{Love's Way}

Key's POV

Suhyeon's POV

 Too much, heh.
 Classic~

It's only normal that couples fight and have little misunderstanding. But if you really love that person, you can accept her at her worst and at her best. At the end of the day, you still end up looking for her because you just couldn't last a day without her. No matter what she is or who she is, your love for her still remains. Simply because, it's her and you love her just the way she is.

 I know an amazing experiment
 If you put a few drops of soap into a cup
 The divided oil and water
 That had their back to each other, mixes as one

Suhyeon and I were in a shopping mall for a date. We had lots of fun going inside the shops although we don't really buy anything at all.

Just the fact that we were together makes me really happy deep inside, holding hands and walking wherever our feet takes us.

"Ah, I knew it," she said suddenly, pulling me inside one of a boutique dedicated for male clothes. "Let's go in here. I'll choose a shirt or two for you and you can wear them on our next date. How does that sound, eh?"

I glanced at the clothes hanging around inside and saw that they were all good. I smiled and said, "Sure."

We went in.

"That looks nice," I said, pointing to a black statement shirt.

She slapped my hand away. "Yah. I said I WILL choose for you," she said. "Hmm, let's see ... What about ... this?" she suggested, taking out a plain green shirt.

"Uh, I don't think so," I said, shaking my head. "What about this?" I said, showing her a printed green shirt.

"I don't like that. And you already refused to a green shirt. This!" She handed me a pink flowery polo. "Since you never were a polo before, this should change your appearance a bit.'

My eyes widened. "You want me to wear something like this? I'd take that plain green one compared to this!"

"Go on then!" she said suddenly, flaring up at once. "Go on and choose for yourself since you don't like the ones I choose for you!" Then she stormed out of the shop, leaving me with the repulsive pink flowery polo.

I blinked and realized that other customers were looking at me. I only told her that I don't like it, didn't I? What's wrong with it?

I returned the pink polo to its original place in the rack and walked slowly out of the boutique.

 This is so much like us
 We fight like we will never see each other again
 And then become mixed in the soap called love
 Suddenly all the animosity disappears

Aish, really! I told him clearly that I'd choose for him and he excitedly agrees. But then he went off choosing for his own and rejecting all my suggestions. Doesn't he like my taste? I only want to make it more sentimental and personal if I choose something for him. I mean, I am his girlfirend, right? He should have been a bit more appreciative since that choice came from me.

I walked fast without breaking out of the mall but upon reaching the exit, I looked back.

Seriously, what's wrong with him? How come he didn't even follow me here all this time?!

Sitting down one of the benches, I waited for a while to see if Key would come but he didn't. Does he enjoy shopping alone?

"Fine, Kim Kibum," I said under my breath. "If this is what you want ..."

I stormed out of the mall and went home alone, crying.

 We fight a hundred times, and our hearts break a hundred times
 But like tangled pieces of string, our love can’t be pulled apart
 We fix our faults, learn each other’s hearts
 I know that one day, only our happiness will be left

I don't want to argue with her. I'll give her time to recover from her anger. If that's what she wants, I wouldn't stop her. I just wish she will think of it soon and forgive me if I hurt her feelings.

The next day, I went to her house.

"What are you doing here?" she asked tonelessly.

"suhyeon, please. Don't be angry with me anymore, okay?" I said. "I'm sorry if I ever hurt your feelings. I know I'm wrong. I should have appreciated your efforts to choose a shirt or a polo for me."

She went to the garden without another word and I followed her.

"So realize that now?" she said quietly.

"Yes. I'm sorry," I repeated.

"Did you know that I went home like mad yesterday, crying my eyes out alone because you rejected all my suggestion? I looked stupid and miserable! I never imagined I'd be like that ever. Just because you made me feel like my taste and you're better in fashion than I! How could you do that to me? How dare you make me feel like I'm senseless nobody? Am I even important to you? I thought you love me!" she went off angrily without pausing for breath.

I reached out a comforting hand to her. "I'm sorry, okay? Give me another chance. You're important to me, of course, and I love you."

"Oh really?" she said sarcastically. "You don't even show it well through your actions."

I took a deep breath and knelt in front of her. She looked down at me and I swear her expression softened in a quarter of a second but she quickly went back to looking annoyed, waiting for what I'm going to say.

"I'm deeply sorry, Hyunnie," I said sincerely. "Please forgive me."

She looked away. "What are you doing down there? Stand up."

"I will if you forgive me."

"Fine, then! I forgive you!" she said, giving up. She gripped my arms and stood me up. "I forgive you now. Just don't do that to me ever again, okay? I love you!" Then, she hugged me tight.

 I’ll try to say the awkward words of love
 (I love you, I love you)
 Even on days where I’m tired,
 I’ll hide my tired expression just for you

Honestly, whenever he calls me Hyunnie, my heart softens up instantly. No matter how angry or annoyed I am, just hearing him say that makes me calm and happy again.

It's all I've been waiting. For him to come and say sorry and we'd be sweet again with each other.

I know that I did make the wrong thing by insisting him to wear that flowery pink polo because it's not his style and he's too fashionista to see that it's horrible on him. To make up with that mistake I made, I bought him something one day.

"Here," I said, handing him a ribboned paperbag. "I hope this time you'll like it."

He smiled. "Wow," he said, untying the ribbon, and pulling out an orange jacket. His smile flickered for a nanosecond. "It's ... wonderful!"

Wondeful huh? "But it's obvious that you don't like it at all!" I said irritably. "You say like it's the best jacket you've seen in your life but your expression said otherwise! Don't lie to me!"

"What?" he said, trying it on. "No! Of course I really like it! It's better that that flowery pink polo anyway. I'll find a shirt that matches well with this --"

"And now you're bringing that pink polo up again! Are you trying to mock at my taste with clothes?" How annoying! How can he show me a pokerface! Obviously, he thinks it's repulsive and ugly. "TAKE THAT OFF!" I shouted at him, pulling the jacket off him.

"No! Seriously, I like it!" he insisted.

I tugged at it forcefully and it ripped on the sleeves. I burst into angry tears.

"There! You destroyed it! You should have taken it off when I said so!" I sobbed. "I only wanted to give that to you as a gift. If you don't like it, just tell me. As simple as that," I said then I stormed away from him, crying.

I thought he'd be more appreciative this time but he didn't.

 In my daily dairies
 There is nothing but talks of you
 We will show each other once in a while
 It would be nice if we were happy

Really now, what does she want? Last time, I told her straight away that I don't like that horrible pink polo and she got angry. This time, I didn't tell her that I don't like this bright orange jacket but still, she got angry. What do I have to do to make her happy?

She walked out on me again, crying. Quickly, I followed her. I know that's what she wants me to do. Follow her.

"I'm sorry, okay? Honestly, this jacket is not that beautiful and it doesn't suit me at all. But since you gave it to me, I'll wear it everyday if you want me to," I told her.

"No. You don't like it at all. Take it off now and go," she said firmly, pushing me.

"No. I will not take this off," I insisted. I took it home and repaired it.

 We fight a hundred times, and our hearts break a hundred times
 But like tangled pieces of string, our love can’t be pulled apart
 We fix our faults, learn each other’s hearts
 I know that one day, only our happiness will be left

That night, I thought of my actions and realized how wrong I was. I wanted him to be appreciative of the things I give him and he did so but in the end, I didn't see his efforts enough and I got angry again. I had been a terrible girlfriend.

I decided to call him. Good thing, he picked up at once.

"Oh, Hyunnie --"

"Key!" I said nervously. "I'm really sorry, Key! Please don't be mad at me!"

"Hyunnie, I'm not mad," he said calmly.

"Really? Oh, thanks!" I said. If only I could hug him right now!

"But Hyunnie," he said seriously. "Please don't be like that anymore. You're being strange sometimes that I cannot understand you. Last time --"

"Strange?" I interrupted, boiling up again. "I'm being strange? How can you be so narrow! I'm a girl and I have mood swings sometimes. Can't you be a bit more understanding?"

I heard him sigh irritably but when he spoke, he tried being steadily calm. "Here we go again. I'm only explaining my side. You must also understand that that kind of attitude confuses me sometimes."

"I ALREADY SAID I'M SORRY DIDN'T I?" I shouted and I hung up.

Seriously! Aish.

 At first we couldn’t meet
 But how is it so different now
 Still you don’t know how much
 I want to keep on meeting you
 You keep me alive
 So that I can feel you
 Even though we are so different
 Our love will stay the same

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I blinked. Did she just hung up on me?

I had the urge to throw my cellphone against the wall.

No. I can't bear it at all if I lose her. Like, she's my life now and I love her no matter what kind of attitude she has.

I dialled her number and called. I tried for many times. But she won't pick up. Instead, she rejected all of my calls. I won't give up easily; I texted her over and over again, trying to make up with her. But I got no response.

For three consecutive days, I kept on texting or calling her but it was like she blocked me or something. She  won't budge.

I tried going to her house but she won't open up and talk to me. I exerted every effort that I can but she ignored them all.

If she wants some space and time to think about our situation, then I will give it to her.Perhaps I've been clouding up her thoughts that she can't think properly.

 I don’t want a love that will evaporate away like soap bubbles
 A love that will be felt without words,
 That is the love I want
 When you are with me,
 You can’t ride in golden carriages even in your dreams
 But while you are still with me
 I can make you smile

I just listened to my phone ringing and beeping every time he calls or texts me but although I had the urge, I never picked it up or replied. He surprised me by coming here in my house but I didn't open up for him. I suppressed my desire to see him again and talk to him.

But on the fourth day, my phone became totally silent. Did he just give up? NO! He should do all efforts until I give in! Why would he stop now?

I paced all over the garden, deep in thought.

Should I call now?

No. Why would I do the first move?

Would he call again?

As soon as he calls, I will pick it up.

But he's not calling again.

I paced some more, waiting for my phone to ring. Yes. He will call in three ... two ... one.

Ah~ What do I do?! He's not bothering to call anymore because I ignored him all this time!

Putting my pride aside, I snatched up my phone and dialled his number.

 Love’s way
 Love’s way
 You’re my true love

I pressed the End button with a wide smile and grateful heart. Finally, we made up!

She explained her side and asked me to be understanding whenever she gets too moody. I, on the other hand, told her that I'm always ready to understand her but she mustn't get too used to it and that she must try to control her mood swings from time to time, as well. We swore to always forgive each other's little mistakes and not to fight over trivial matters like clothes and stuff like that. We must always hear each other out. No polo or jacket is worth fighting or breaking up for.

 Though our hobbies are different,
 And our thoughts are different,
 Our habits have become similar
 The way we talk becomes similar,
 And even the times that we fall asleep, after we talk at night
 Have become the same

She's a strange girl, I know. A total drama queen. Sometimes, a little bit moody and stubborn and demanding and nagger. But as I look at her, I don't see all of those. I only see her as a wonderful person whom I'll always cherish and understand and love, someone I'll be so happy to live with for the rest of my life.

"Yah, Key. Why are you wearing that shoes?" she asked.

"What's wrong? It matches well with my jacket," I said, plucking at the sleeves of the orange jacket we fought over a long long time ago.

"No. This one," she said, giving me another pair, "matches your outfit more."

"I don't think so ..." I said, eyeing it with dislike.

"I insist!" she said. "Change into this one!"

"No! I don't want to!"

"YAH! Take that shoes off and wear this instead!" she insisted, hitting me painfully on the arms. "Go on! This looks better!" she said, hitting me some more.

I sighed, hugging her tight. "Okay, Hyunnie. I'll change into that one," I said, putting on the shoes she wanted me to wear.

Again, EmanneArdeeSy over here!

Getting tired of me and my songfics? I'm afraid you'll have to endure some more. kkkk~

It had been very interesting to write this songfic. Because I know someone who's exactly like this :D

Does the song and the character suit Key well? Or not? Did you like it? Or not?

Please tell me all of your thoughts about this one. I'd be glad to read your comments because not only that they are very encouraging, they are also very helpful with the improvement of my writing skills.

School starts next Wednesday! TAEMINishi, *Hyunnie*, *Jihye* and I had been worrying a lot about that Ballroom class we're taking this term :S Wish us luck! We'd be glad to dance to Kpop instead of course, but there you go. Hope we could make it through ^^

Onew already has Twitter account!! OMG I'm so happy I could fly! His tweets are so random and they always make me facepalm but at the same time, extremely happy :DDDD I knew it, Onew condition struck him when his first account suddenly disappeared. Who clicks at "Delete Account" when all you want to do is to change your password?? XDDD

And f(x) is making their comeback :D Me so excited~

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