It had been fun at first — the honeymoon phase of every relationship. Ice cream dates, where he’d purposefully smear ice cream onto my nose, then giggle like a school boy at my responding pout. Movie dates, where he would pick a horror film just so I’d hold onto him tightly. He liked that part, and secretly, I did too. But the beach dates were my favorite. We would walk along the beachside, barefoot, collecting seashells. Then, as we watched the sun set, he would parrot the overused “yeah, it is” as he looked at me dreamily when I had said “Isn’t it beautiful?” Yet even still, I blushed and ducked my head shyly. Stupid butterflies. The point is I had a lot of good memories with him. Him being Youngbae, my boyfriend. More than most couples, that is. More than many within their lifetime. He was practically the ‘perfect boyfriend’,so why did he have to go and mess it all up?

Disclaimer:
This fanfic is based upon real life people but not real events (well, that I am fully aware of anyway lol)

Author's Note:

While writing, I enjoy listening to music, mainly to get me in the right mindset. I find it helps me to set the proper tone, whatever it may be. The beautiful thing about music is that it can truly create such a vivid picture for the listener that it evokes emotions that weren't there before. By doing so, it begans to blur fiction and reality.  This is what I wish to accomplish. So, if you wish, you may listen to this while you read the chapters to come, especially Chapter 1:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXYtJB7Qslk&list=PLZn7QzjMYUu0vCdBPCJhzKyQX_79gKYdh&index=8