Title: I Still Love You
Pairing: Wu Yifan (Kris) & Yoon Bomi [ Krismi ]
Written: July 2-3,2013
Words: 1,647
Requested by: U-BEASTFINITE
Author's Note: Here's the first request for the second batch! ^^ Krismi :D By the way, I added a separate chapter for the table of contents ^^ Please read the foreword for the short rules on requesting ^^ I hope you guys enjoy it! :D And I'm too excited for A-Pink's comeback sobs

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This is all a dream right? None of this will turn into pure reality, right? This couldn’t have happened…No way it could have.

…But sadly, it did happen. The girl I loved so much has now exited my life—but it doesn’t feel like it. I swear, it still feels like she’s in my heart and that I’ll be seeing her again. I can still imagine meeting her in our once shared apartment with her bright smile, her light brown hair up in a ponytail, and that beautiful face that will light up any of my days. However, that whole idea of holding her, being with her, conversing with her—it’s gone. It disappeared as fast as I blinked.

I was deeply wrong for fighting with her since it’s all been my fault. She’s been completely innocent all along while I’ve been cold and a total jerk towards her. Doesn’t it hurt that the person I loved so much turns out to be the result of my excruciating pain? Why can’t I be a better person and get her back?

It’s late at night and here I am, sitting on this couch while gulping down a bottle of beer and reminiscing about all the memories we created together. All I remember that night was just taking in those numerous bottles of beer and little did I know, I passed out on the couch until the very next afternoon.

I have a hell of a headache right now and I’m not enjoying any minute of it. I sit up and plant my feet on the ground, laying my elbows on my knees while I cradle my head, my eyes shut tightly. My head hurts so much, but that’s not the only thing hurting. My heart is suffocating me and my chest is squeezing like it’s not letting me breathe at all.

Suddenly, memories of my ex-girlfriend and I flashes through my mind like a flipbook. It was like right before you die and instantly, everything flashes back. Gritting my teeth, I wanted it to all stop. She left my life physically, but she has definitely stayed emotionally and mentally.

With all the strength I have, I stand up and the whole world spins in front of me. “Ugh…” I hold my head and stumble towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water while placing some bread in the toaster. I take some medicine and gulp down the glass of water, keeping my eyes closed still. For some reason, I wanted those memories to stay engraved in my mind for the rest of my life. They were memories that I always treasure.

“Focus!” She clapped her hands as we sat on the couch, facing each other as the books are right between us. “We have to do this project right or the boss will kill us,” She pursed her lips and sighed as she glanced at the book. I just stared at her in awe—she looked pretty even if she was in casual clothes and had no make-up on.

“How about we just make a simple slideshow rather than a full on presentation?” I suggested, but she immediately rejected it.  I furrowed my eyebrows and glared at her, “C’mon, Bomi! My idea is perfect!”

She smiled brightly with her eyes smiling along, puffing her cheeks out as she shook her head, “Nope! I’m sorry!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her face—not in that bad way of course. She looked cute. “Alright then, Angry Bird.” She blinked and crossed her arms, “Hey! I’m not an angry bird! You’re the one who’s the angry bird!”

“Then how about you be my Mrs. Angry Bird?” I smirked as she immediately grabbed the book and hit it against my arm. “Shut up! I’d never become your Mrs. Angry Bird!” She placed the book down and fixed her hair, “Let’s just get this over with, okay?”

Little did she know, after one month she did become mines. Honestly, I did one of those crappy confessions that it didn’t really count as a confession. However, we were able to act well as a couple. We went on dates, had out little arguments and made up, had affections, and talked to each like we were best friends.

“I’ll see you later then,” I grinned as I wrapped my arms around her middle, leaning my head down on her forehead. She smiled lightly and nodded as we stood outside the small restaurant during the afternoon. “I will. Work well,” She tip toed and wrapped her arms around my neck for a tight embrace. Her hugs were warm and if I could, I would hold her all day.

We had our breakdowns with each other, but we were able to jump over those obstacles.

“I totally embarrassed myself in front of the committee,” She sighed as she laid her head on my shoulder, sitting down quietly on the couch. She crossed her arms and looked blankly at the television that’s turned off. “But all that matters is your effort,” I whispered as I encircled my arm around the back of her shoulders, my hand squeezing her shoulder gently. “Besides, you’d look cute if you embarrassed yourself,” I laughed softly as I kissed her temple, “Even if you did embarrass yourself, they’ll regret not accepting your idea.” The way she looked up at me gave me encouragement. I wanted to make her feel like she’s the most special girl in the world.

However, I crushed it. I just ruined my life by telling her her own insecurities during our heated fight. That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done and if I could, I would take it all back.

I spaced out and my toast is already cold. I’m really out of it—I just feel so lost. Suddenly, the door knocks and I stumble towards it. Geez, why do I feel this dizzy? This usually doesn’t happen when I’m hung over. Did I really drink that much last night? I open the door and I swear, I think I started hallucinating.

“Bomi…” I laugh weakly as I started falling forward, expecting to hit the ground. Unexpectedly, I feel skinny arms wrap around my chest. It was a familiar feeling and I feel myself drifting off.

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“Kris…” An acquainted voice calls out and she keeps repeating my name. Finally, my eyes open and I’m greeted by Bomi. My vision is clearer and my head isn’t throbbing anymore. Immediately, I sit up and look at her, my hands instantly cradling each side of her face, “Bomi…”

Her eyes look tired and glossy. She looks weak like she hasn’t had sleep in days. “Well, it seems like you’re okay now,” She whispers as she slowly removes my hands from her face. She stands up from her seat and takes a deep breath, “Anyways…I came here to get my photo albums.” She starts walking towards the closet and ruffled through the clothing.

Something inside me was kicking me towards her. Instinctively, my arms wrap around her neck from behind and I lay my chin on her head, “I’m sorry…”

“Kris, stop it,” Her voice replies sharply like she’s hit me with arrows. She removes my arms and turns around, “We’re over. We’re done, okay?”

I shake my head quickly and beam at her, “We can’t be. I’m sorry for everything I told you when we had our fight. I shouldn’t have used those against you.” She just stares up at me coldly, the photo albums in her arms. “I can’t live without you. Don’t you remember everything? Our memories, teasing, affection, everything? They keep replaying in mind and it’s still fresh.” Running a hand through my hair, I look away and suddenly get on my knees, hugging her waist tightly. “I still love you…” I whisper as I lean my forehead on her stomach and close my eyes tightly, begging for forgiveness.

She just stood there and I felt nothing move. Suddenly, I feel something light and wet drop on my head. I look up at her and I find tears streaming down her cheeks. “Bomi…” I stand up and wipe away her tears, feeling my own eyes water up. I missed seeing her face, hearing her voice, and feeling her gentle touches. The only thing I don’t want to see is her crying over these types of events.

“You just really hurt me, Kris. Don’t you know how that feels?” She tries to talk through her tears as she hangs her head down, the tears constantly dripping. “I—I want to forgive you, but at the same time, I’m afraid of this happening again if we have another fight,” She mutters. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her into a deep embrace, shaking my head, “I know how it feels to be that hurt, I really do. I learned from my lesson and I’ll make sure I’ll never do that again. I’m afraid of losing you.”

She looks up at me and gradually, I feel her arms wrap around my middle. I couldn’t help but crack a small grin, “I really still love you.” She lays her face on my shirt and takes a deep breath, nodding, “I honestly still love you too.”

With one of my hands, I lift her chin up gently with my index finger, soon cupping her face. “Will you take back your Angry Bird?” I ask as I stare at her, my eyes pleading for compassion. She hides her lips and looks back up at me , “I’ll give you another chance.” She smiles lightly and takes a deep breath, blinking a few times.

I decided to give her a surprise and kissed her gently on the lips. It felt like we’re back to the beginning—where we can start again as a couple and continue supporting each other.