title song: it's still beautiful

main lead: yoon doojoon

word story count: 1093

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You came to me in my dreams

Although I knew it was a dream

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks

You’re still so beautiful

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It’s you again, smiling so wide as I opened the door, running and wrapping me in a tight hug. Did I ever tell you how overwhelming your greeting was? It was, Ji. We met this morning, we parted before lunch and I returned home only in less than five hours. There you clutched my back, muttering how you missed me.

Didn’t you? You asked me, looking up with eyes expecting the same answer. I wished I did. But we met everyday. But I saw you everyday.

Your eyes fluttered, and flustered.

You sighed understanding, then pulled away rather reluctantly.

“So, how’s the meeting?” you asked. I could see you holding your tone, trying to be considerate as you always were.

“It’s okay.”

It’s not.

It’s not okay at all. It’s a mess. We didn’t win anything. We’re tired of no choice and begging.

“You don’t look okay.”

And of course you could see.

Looking down, locking eyes with you, I could see concern, which angered me instead. Those eyes, that gaze, was nothing but similar to how people see me. A pathetic leader. A failure. Weak-ish.

“I’m fine,” I walked away, avoiding your eyes, avoiding your question.

And there I didn’t see.

A weak sigh, a teardrop. You walked following though, once you wiped that tear, I guessed.

You stopped me, hugging me from my back. This time, I stopped. Closing my eyes, I tried to feel you, to miss you, to remember you. I tried. And I found it wasn’t easy.

“I’m sorry,” you said. I could hear a soft tremble.

There, I hurt you again. And I didn’t do anything but stayed blind.

“I’m sorry, oppa,” you repeated as you heard nothing.

I should have turned around. I should. But something stopped me. Something I didn’t recall.

So, you loosed the hug and walked facing me instead. You looked up, now I could see the tears. But still, I stayed muted.

Your hands reached my cheeks, it’s warm, I used to long for it. You leaned close, bringing my head down as you tiptoed. I could see what you’re plotting.

You kissed me, so soft, so tender, as if I was a fragile glass, as if I could be broken any second.

And I did break.

Breathing, I cupped your cheeks roughly, kissing you back, unable to ho