So... I'm sorry for the wait :D I'll just hide. Tell me when it's okay to come out.

Seventy two

 “Oppa” he woke up to her whispering. She was towering over him. It was barely sunrise. He knew what the excitement was about. “Oppa wake up” she softly pecked his lips. “It’s time” she told him as she gave him another kiss. It was definitely abnormal for her to be so energetic, but that day was an exception.

It was finally her graduation day.

“It’s still early” he told her as he covered her back with the blanket, pressing her to his chest. “We have a lot of time baby. Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you”

“But we’ll be late oppa”

“It’s not five yet baby” she sighed, sinking back to his embrace. “How are you feeling?” Last night he found her crying, her nose a deep pink shade. After many attempts of understanding her crooked voice, he discovering that she finally realized that she’d reached the end. She grasped onto him all night, until she finally quieted down and slept.

“I’ll be alright” he kissed her forehead.

“Go back to sleep” he hugged her tighter as their legs intertwined. His arms were always so comfortable.

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She was going to kill him. This was his entire fault. She couldn’t believe she’ll be late to her own graduation. She gave him a glare through the mirror as he buttoned up his shirt.

 “We aren’t running late baby, it’s five thirty”

“We’ll get caught in the traffic”

“There is no traffic!” her breaths turned quick as she hastily tried to fix her shirt. He stepped closer to her, taking her hands into his, planting a small kiss on each. “Relax. This will be your best memories, I promise”

“Really?”

 “Of course” he fixed the buttons on her shirt as he replied, allowing her arms to hug his waist. “Should I wear heels?”

“It’s better to wear training shoes” as expected. He always had troubles letting her wear heels. It was probably for the best. She didn’t want an ogling, drooling boyfriend in front of her parents and professors

“How do I look?”

He kissed her hair. “Like a princess baby” she beamed as she faced him. “A very sleepy princess that needs to wash her face”

“Oppaaaaa”

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“Do you want to talk about it?”

She sniveled. “No”

“Are you sure about that?”

“No”

“You’re going to ruin your makeup” the makeup that he personally spent half an hour working on. They were waiting for the traffic lights when she suddenly burst in tears. She was now hugging her knees to her chest. He reached for her hand and she held on. Perhaps some of her cheesy pop music could help fix this.

He was trying to find the CDs when she called his name. “Yes baby?”

“I really hate goodbyes”

“I know” it was quite evidential, giving the tears and all.

“That’s why…” she swallowed. He tightened his hold on her hand, trying to peek into her eyes. “I’ll always have you with me. I’ll never have to say goodbye to you. Ri