eleven

When he came back from a filming in Shanghai, one that spanned for over a fortnight, he twirled her around in circles and held her tight. He told her how much he'd missed her, and oh god, how he'd missed her.

Yoona had hold him she's missed him too, and she knew it was the truth and nothing but, because as she said it, she found herself pulling him that much closer and inhaling the scent of him she had gotten so used to.

Changmin asked her if she'd get a coffee with him before practice started, and she agreed, because frankly there wasn't anything she would rather do than to be with him when it was possible. And it was, for now, while preparations for their company concert drew near and they were together for more reasons besides love.

They promenaded down Seoul, his red shirt indecisively matching her spring dress as they started towards a coffee shop with their managers tailing behind.

He stopped them in front of an intersection, shakily pointing at the clear, blue sky as if the end of the world itself was quivering in his hands.

“Yoona, look at me.”

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