Of Present Us & Past Memories
A/N : This is the result of mindless writing and taking on a stupid dare by vin11lover to write her a story in a day, which I failed. Not fair! You only wrote me three drabbles!! I wrote you a one-shot with 5000+ words!! Urgh, anyway, don't expect much from this. It suck.
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“When I am older, and my children ask who my first love was, I don't want to have to pull out a dusty old album, and started to search for every picture back...” his hands were pushing Kyuhyun’s bangs from his forehead. Kyuhyun growled, as he hates it when the thick layer of hair lifted like that. He felt naked. Sungmin then fixed his bowtie, and Kyuhyun’s too. He was checking everything for the last time. And Kyuhyun loved it when he was concentrating on small details like that.
“Why? That’s what we always do, right? Memories are kept in there.”
Sungmin smiled, and kissed his cheek.
***
College; first year.
‘Einstein house. Great, that mean I’m a genius.’
The old dormitory house was squeaking once you stepped your feet on it. Rats were running everywhere.
“Don't worry, this dorm building are actually pretty cool during summer’s night. So there’s no need to worry about the fans or air conditioning.” The manager gave his most radiant smile, yet Kyuhyun wasn’t so tempted to look at him.
Kyuhyun snickered. 'Doesn't that mean that it’ll be freaking freezing once the winter came?'
‘Room 2011’
As soon as he entered his room, there were bags and other packages placed on the left side. Kyuhyun furrowed his brows.
“Ah, it seems like your roommate is here. Probably he went for some paperwork, so why don't you put down your things first and do the same? You still haven’t registered your name in the office.”
He nodded lazily, yet his eyes rolled over to his mother who was standing behind the middle-aged manager. She was smiling; satisfied. Kyuhyun felt as if he knew what she was thinking. Maybe she was waiting for her new husband to wait for him at house, celebrating the leave of her son. Irritated, Kyuhyun slammed the knapsack he was carrying on his back onto the empty desk on the right side of the room. He turned his gaze onto his mother once again, and the smile he saw earlier disappeared. He was throwing confetti in his mind for succeeded in doing that.
“Urm, ma’am, if you don't mind, why don't you help you son to do all that while he unpack his things? Since the orientation for new students will start in an hour.” Obviously, the manager had already caught a grip on the situation in front of him. And maybe he was just being formal, or literally blind that he suggested that to Kyuhyun’s mother, when all that Kyuhyun carried with him to the wrecked dormitory building was the knapsack that he slammed earlier.
“That would be a good idea. But it won't take long, right?”
“Not at all. Just need you to sign a few things and we’ll be done.” The elegant woman smiled and nodded.
“Then I’ll be there in a few minutes. I need to have a little talk to my son here before I leave.”
The manager glanced over the tall boy who were sitting on the empty desk in front of him, then back to his lovely mother. While his heart was comparing how different the mother and her son is, his mouth uttered an ‘Okay’ and ‘I’ll be at the office’, then left the two people alone.
“So, this is where you want me to be? So that you and your new husband can have your honeymoon?”
She sighed, and moved to sit on the bed that she guessed is going to be Kyuhyun’s bed for the whole semester. “Kyuhyun, honey, you know that’s not the reason why I send you here. It’s just that... I don't know what I should do for you anymore. You know how I need to go on with my life, and I need a man to take care of me.”
Listening to that, Kyuhyun stood up, trembling as he was holding in his anger.
“Then what am I? Am I not a man? Don't you have the slightest trust for me to take care of you? Face it mother, I’m nothing but a trash to you, ain’t I?”
Slap. His left cheek felt warm, and hurt. His mother was crying in front of him, rubbing her palms together.
“You knew that’s not the reason why. You knew, that I never had that intention. You knew, but still, you want to act like a child and forced me to do this. If only you understand me more... this is one of the reason I still can't rely on you to take care of me.”
Silence was wrapping the room. His mother sobbed for a few more times, then started to walk out from it. “Just unpack your things, and prepare for the orientation. I’m going to take care of your registration.” Kyuhyun let out a short hum, as a sign he understood his mother’s words. But then, as he looked at the door of the room, he saw someone peeking inside from behind the old door; a pair of huge doe eyes, with chocolate orbs shining inside them was looking at him. They seemed to be scared, and guilty at the same time.
Kyuhyun sighed, his left hand was rubbing his temples. He was sure that the owner of the eyes had seen everything, and heard all the details that he spoke with his mother a few minutes ago. He was being too careless to have a fight with the old woman in here. Ignoring the guy, he opened his bag and took out everything in it, putting them in order. He could hear the guy was faking his cough as he walked inside.
“Urm... Cho Kyuhyun?”
Kyuhyun hummed, and nod. He could hear the guy giggled. Observing the situation, he knew that this guy will be his roommate for this semester.
“Great! I saw your name at the board near the dorm’s office. They said that there would be a huge probability that I’ll be alone for the whole semester in this room because you won't be coming for study. And I hate that, but I guess I don't have to be worried anymore.” An innocent smile drawn on his face, and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to have the doubt whether this kid is for real or not.
“Uhm. Good news for you.” The guy walked in, and his right hand was shoved towards Kyuhyun. The latter looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head, pouting his lips.
“Handshake...” Kyuhyun snickered, and pushed the innocent guy’s hand away. The guy pouted even more, and pulled his hand back. He could expect how cold his roommate is going to be by then.
“Cocky.” He stuck out his tongue, grimaced his face, but as soon as Kyuhyun looked at him, he turned away and whistled slowly, almost chocked. ‘Scary,’ was the first thing that came into his mind.
“By the way, I’m Sungmin, Lee Sungmin.” Kyuhyun was still staring at him. ‘This guy never knows when is the right time to stop talking,’ he thought. Sungmin narrowed his eyes, irritated by the stare.
“What? Don't even want to know your roomate’s name?” he spoke bravely, yet his palms were sweating. Kyuhyun could see him rubbing them onto his thigh when he back-faced him later. He snickered again, thinking that having this type of roommate maybe an interesting thing.
“Sungmin.”
“Ye - yeah? Kyuhyun - shii?” Kyuhyun then walked over the room, passed Sungmin’s mountain of bags, took his sweating hand, and shook it slowly, yet firmly.
“Drop that damn honorific. Just Kyuhyun is enough.” He then smiled, a smile that somehow almost made Kyuhyun weaken his knees drop on the floor. He never thought a man could have a smile like that.
“Then... Kyu? Kyukyu?”
“I said just Kyuhyun is enough.”
“Okay.”
***
The orientation for juniors was held inside the convocation hall. And for the first roll call, the residents of room 2011 of the Einstein house were the last to arrive.
“What were you guys doing?? Fucking each other up??” Kyuhyun turned his head to the side, and flinched as he wanted to avoid the bursting saliva that came out from the slits between the senior’s teeth. Accidentally, his eyes met with Sungmin’s apologetic ones. Kyuhyun sighed.
Yeah, this was Sungmin’s entire fault. If only Sungmin didn't take his bath more than thirty minutes, and spray every single thing that he had inside his closet on, or thinking about which sport shoes for today’s session (which in the end he chose the first one he saw, a pair pink sneakers). Kyuhyun sighed again. The senior saw it, and he didn't like that. Besides, he was still waiting for an answer.
“What?? Don't tell me you really were banging this pussy guy’s squishy butts right here, weren’t you??” to his surprise, the senior grabbed Sungmin’s arm and pulled him to the front of everyone, turned him around and groped the squishy butts that his mouth was talking about. Sungmin moaned, and maybe, just maybe Kyuhyun’s head wasn’t at the right place at the moment, that he felt as if Sungmin’s face while he was being touched by the senior was indescribable.
Too. Seductive.
“Oh? You got yourself some lovely moans there, pinky boy!” everyone was laughing, even though there was nothing funny to Kyuhyun at the moment. The senior probably was too obsessed about the power that he had as an upperclassman, so he started to squeeze the young man’s butt cheeks even more, laughing louder.
Kyuhyun gritted his teeth. He was pissed.
“So what if I did fuck him just now? I know you’d enjoy the same thing if you were me, sunbae-nim.” He smirked, and folded his arms. The laughs in the hall stopped abruptly, and the senior slowly let go of Sungmin. His face flushed.
“Wha - what did you say, hoobae? I can't hear you just now.” He went over to Kyuhyun’s side, and whispered into the junior’s ear. Kyuhyun leaned his head to the right, avoiding the ticklish hot wind by his side. His face showed that he was disgusted.
“I mean... you yourself were having fun just now, touching his rear.” The senior was red, or green; indescribable by Kyuhyun himself, as he grabbed the junior’s collar, and brought his face near him.
“Are you trying to mess with me, bastard? Huh? Trying to mess with me???”
“Maybe. Can't you tell?”
“Okay, that’s it!! You’re late, you both late, so here’s the punishment.”
He threw Kyuhyun to where Sungmin was standing, and then pointed his finger to Kyuhyun’s blank stare and Sungmin’s scared face, smirking.
“Kiss your woman right now.”
Sungmin gasped. ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me,’ he thought, but when he glanced to see his newly-met roommate, there was no fear in his face. Instead, he could see that Kyuhyun was all fired up to the challenge.
“Can't do it? You were so cocky just now. What are you waiting for?”
Sungmin was about to walk to the front and apologise for Kyuhyun’s sake and admit it was all his fault, but then a strong pair of arms grabbed him from the back and put him into an embrace. He could hear gasps were swarming from the end of the hall to the front where they were standing, shocked by Kyuhyun’s act.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby? He told us to kiss, right?”
Just then, a cheer was heard.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
“But Kyuhyun...!” he retaliated as Kyuhyun leaned his body towards him, and the cheers were getting louder. The senior that was standing next to them was now having a troubled face. Maybe he never thought that he would met a junior this determined and rebellious.
“Sorry, but it will be just a brush on your lips, okay? We can't lose to that damn sunbae. Can't you tell that he was harassing you just now?”
Kyuhyun whispered slowly, as Sungmin was pushing his shoulders. As he heard that, Sungmin stopped. So this is for my sake?
A few seconds passed, and Sungmin shut his eyes. Kyuhyun chuckled, ‘he can be so cute sometimes,’ and put his lips onto Sungmin’s lightly. And he was about to let it go, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a pair of hands pushed their heads together from the back, and their lips were crushed against each other, hardly.
‘Ah, there goes my first kiss,’ they thought to themselves at the same time. Maybe it was because it was the first time he kissed a man, but Kyuhyun knew his heart beat was out of pace.
College; second year.
“Shit! The ceiling is leaking again! Sungmin!!” Kyuhyun called his roommate as the rain water was dripping from their ceiling. Sungmin who was studying on his bed quickly ran towards Kyuhyun, bringing along a towel in his hand and threw it to his roommate, while his other hand was putting a basin underneath the leak. He then straightened up, and started to laugh when he saw Kyuhyun’s irritated face, drying up his wet books and notes in front of him.
“It’s not funny, Sungmin. This is the third time, just for this week.”
“I know, I know. The manager said they’ll come and fix it in the morning. And he actually expect me to believe that.” Kyuhyun chuckled as Sungmin shrugged his shoulders.
He never thought they would be best friends after the kiss incident. Well, of course the night after the first day of the orientation, they didn't speak a single word to each other, but then, in the next morning, Sungmin felt terribly guilty that he made the first move and apologised to Kyuhyun, who coolly said ‘it’s okay,’ and ‘it won't happen again,’ to him.
“Sungmin!!”
“Yeah?”
“What the hell were you thinking about? I’ve been calling you since ages.” He scratched his temple, smiling stupidly. Kyuhyun furrowed his brows, and buttoned his coat up. “Where are you going?”
“I’ve told you I’m going to get some food at the cafe. I can't study in a pool like this.”
“Then! Then... can I come with you?”
Kyuhyun hummed and nodded. Sungmin love it when he did that. Kyuhyun wasn’t much a talker. The only time he spoke a lot was when his mother came at the end of their second semester to tell him that she and her new husband was moving to a new house, and gave him the new address. That night, Kyuhyun actually was going to toss the address into the trash, but for some reason, he didn't do that. Sungmin asked him why, but he didn't answer it. He said that it was nothing and went to sleep.
But later, while he was going through his global history textbook, Sungmin heard someone sobbing sadly. When he turned around, he figured that the sound was coming out from the huge lump on Kyuhyun’s bed. He was thinking of ignoring it, knowing how Kyuhyun is, maybe he wanted to be left alone in times like this; when Kyuhyun then called his name. His voice was all sore and his eyes were red. Sungmin knew he had been crying since he rolled himself under the comforter this evening.
“Kyuhyun... what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Kyuhyun wasn’t answering, but as Sungmin tousled his hair, he sat up and put his arms around the latter’s shoulders. At first Sungmin was shocked, he didn't know what to do to comfort a friend, especially someone unique like Kyuhyun, but then a voice inside him told him to put the latter into his embrace, and calmed him down. “Just cry, I won't tell anyone about it.”
That was the first time Kyuhyun told him about his family. How his father died when he was younger, and he was having some psychological effect about it, giving him a mother complex.
“A mother complex?”
“I... don't want to let my mother to be with any other man, except for my father, which is impossible.” Their body were still close to each other when he told Sungmin that. Silently, Sungmin could hear his heart beating faster than normal. He tried to shove Kyuhyun in the most acceptable way, but then the latter pulled him back into his embrace. He was blushing like hell, but he refused to make Kyuhyun notice about that. So he asked a silly question;
“Could it possibly be, that you’re in love with your own mother?”
He then felt his body pulled away from Kyuhyun. Before his eyes, the latter was looking at him with a great shock expression. At that time, all that Sungmin was asking for is Kyuhyun would smack his head and tell him ‘you’re stupid,’ but...
“Wha - what are you talking about?? I’m not... I... I’m not sure... I don't know... she’s my mother, but I... I can't look at her face without this weird feeling flowing into my chest.”
If it was someone else, Sungmin would give some good punches in his face and tell him that he’s sick, but no, he just couldn’t. Because it was Kyuhyun, his roommate who told him that. And he just couldn’t do that. Sungmin hugged him tighter, and said some soothing words, like ‘you’re confused,’ and ‘it’ll be just fine, everything will be okay,’ but he himself didn't know whether everything will be like what he said.
“Don't worry, everything will be just fine. Even if they’re not, I’m here for you.”
He said that, and Kyuhyun was comforted. Sungmin smiled, but for a second, he felt like his heart was pinched. Stinging, yet it was too small to be say out loud.
And after that, he never heard Kyuhyun talked about his mother anymore.
***
He looked at the red haired guy in front of him, smiling ears to ears for what he love were being displayed inside the see-through fridge at the cafe. He almost squealed when he saw the waiter brought another tray of strawberry shortcakes and put them into the fridge, adding the collection.
“Are you sure you want to eat these? It’s already night and we don't have any fridge Sungmin. Don't you remember?” Kyuhyun asked him, hands were holding his mocha and croissant left and right. Sungmin turned to face him, pouting yet nodded his head. “You would never ask me that if you have seen me eat all these before.”
He stood up straight from bending his knees too much, and stretched his legs before paying the cashier and took the bags filled with the delicacies into his hands. “I won't say anything if you got stomach ache tomorrow.” Sungmin smiled, and lifted his hands above his head, telling everyone around the cafe that he got what he need.
“I won't.” Kyuhyun chuckled, and walked next to him.
He knew it. Sungmin was afraid of being alone. He never tells him why, but he refused to stay in their room when Kyuhyun wasn’t around. In the first semester of their first year, whenever he was taking a bath, Sungmin would switch on the radio in their room loudly, so that he won't feel lonely. That was when Kyuhyun didn't know about Sungmin’s fear. But then, after too many time he found the radio was on but no one’s in the room, he finally realised about it and started to talk to Sungmin whenever he was in the bath.
“You never grow up, do you, Sungmin?” he asked when Sungmin was happily stuffing himself with the chocolate cake that he bought before. Almost choked, Sungmin stared at him and pout.
“Well I’m sorry for being a kid, Cho Kyuhyun!” Kyuhyun smacked his head, and Sungmin groaned. “Ouch!”
“I didn't mean it like that, stupid. I mean your attitude.”
“And does that make any difference?”
Kyuhyun whimpered at Sungmin’s clueless face. Sometimes he felt as if he wanted to kiss the pouting lips, put his warm lips onto the small nose that always turned red whenever it’s cold. But then he knew Sungmin would never allow it. Not after their first kiss back in the first year.
“Sungmin, if a guy confessed to you, will you accept him?” Sungmin looked up into his face, and showed him a blank face.
“Why? Someone confessed to you? Who? Who?”
“I asked you first, so don't change the subject.”
“I never love a man before, but if he’s nice like you, maybe I will accept his feeling.”
Kyuhyun’s heart skipped a beat. He didn't know why, but he was happy.
“Remember, you said that.”
“...?”
College; third year.
It was dark. The whole dormitory was having a massive blackout due to the storm.
“Kyuhyun!! Where are you??”
Sungmin was crying like a child. Kyuhyun could hear that. His high pitched voice was echoing through the corridor, and almost every students who were staying there peeked outside their room to see who was crying.
Kyuhyun then was seen running as fast as he could, smacking his own head dozens of times. How did he forget that Sungmin was afraid of the dark and being left alone? What a dumbass he is! He was looking for any torchlight or candles before when Sungmin was shrieking like that. And worst, the small guy was having a bath when the blackout happened.
As soon as he sprung into the room, he could hear Sungmin’s trembling voice sobbing, and hiccups followed. He chuckled softly, and after his eyes had adjusted to the dark surrounding, he could see Sungmin’s shaking body was sitting on the floor, leaning against the side of his bed, hugging his knees. His mouth was saying something.
“Don't leave me alone... don't leave me alone...” Kyuhyun couldn’t bear to see him like that. Quickly, he took his comforter and wrapped Sungmin in it, then put the latter in his embrace.
“Don't be afraid, I’m here, Sungmin-ah.”
“They’re all gone, leaving me alone. They didn't come back. They said they will, but they didn't. Don't leave me alone Kyuhyun... I can't bear it anymore...”
“Kyuhyun knew it since last year, which Sungmin was actually from a wealthy family. He had himself millions of inheritance from his late father’s company, and he was trying his best in being the company’s leader. But despite all that, he was actually lonely.
His family were killed in an airplane crash, and he’s actually been blaming himself for not dying together with them in it. He was having fever at that time, and they told him to rest at home.
“They said they’ll come home, and celebrate my birthday... but... I...” Kyuhyun hugged him tighter, like he didn't want to let the latter go.
“I won't leave you. I promise, I won't.”
“Then prove it. Give me something that I can hold on to.”
Kyuhyun put his thumb on Sungmin’s dimpled chin, and pulled it closer to his face. He knew it, he just had to break the promise he made to Sungmin after their orientation week.
He kissed Sungmin’s flowing tears, one eye after the other. He could hear Sungmin’s uneven breath, and a few seconds later, his lips were on Sungmin’s. Flowering each other gently, they kissed for more than a minute, tongue clashing against each other. He moved his left hand onto Sungmin’s cold body, pushing him down, kissing his body much more passionately, when the lighting stroke, and he could clearly see the man underneath him.
To his surprise, it wasn’t Sungmin. It didn't even feel like human at all. Kyuhyun quickly stood, and when the light was on once again, he looked at the ‘thing’ once again, but nothing was there. He was rubbing his neck, thinking of with who he was doing all those perverted things before, and kept telling himself that Sungmin was tricking him, when the said guy came into the room, told him that he was at his classmate’s room when the light was out. He wasn’t even bathing before.
He was wondering about whom he had spent half of his evening and the whole blackout with, when Kyuhyun felt dizzy, and his world turned into a total darkness.
***
“So you’re saying that, you’ve been tricked by ghost?” Kyuhyun quickly stood and put his finger onto Sungmin’s lips, preventing him from saying anything else. Sungmin chuckled.
“Why, Kyuhyun? Afraid of the bad omen? There’s no ghost in here... and if it does exist, what were you doing with him that made you all sweaty like this?”
Kyuhyun was about to answer when the big clock in the dormitory’s hall struck twelve, and the bell rang twelve times. They both stopped talking, when they heard footsteps of a person approaching their door. A knock was heard, and they looked at each other with eyes widened. Sungmin then stood and was about to open the doorknob, when Kyuhyun pulled his hand and took him steps backward.
“Don't. It might be ‘it’ you know?” he whispered. But Sungmin just didn't care. ‘Ghosts don’t exist,’ he kept telling his mind.
But he was wrong. As soon as he opened the door, there was a man, no, a body, without its head, blood tripping down from the wound on his headless neck.
“Have you... seen my head...?”
Kyuhyun deep manly voice and Sungmin’s high pitched one were screaming like sissies and heard all over the dormitory before they fell unconscious.
***
By the end of the third year, a week before their graduation day, Kyuhyun took Sungmin to his house, or his mother’s new house, because his mother just gave birth to a new baby. A girl. His sister.
Before they enter the huge house, Sungmin patted Kyuhyun’s shoulders, asking him whether he was fine with all this. Did his complex for his mother has gone, and was he prepared to see his new sister? Kyuhyun smiled, and took his hand, without even a word he took Sungmin inside. Sungmin was shocked, and happy too, because Kyuhyun’s warm hand was comforting.
As soon as they entered the room where his mother was resting, Kyuhyun let go of Sungmin’s hand, and walked toward his mother, kissed her cheeks and greeted his stepfather. He seemed okay, but Sungmin was slightly jealous. Maybe it was because he didn't have a family anymore, but one thing that pissed him off was the fact that Kyuhyun let his hand go. He wanted more than just a hold on his hand.
He wanted Kyuhyun. All of Kyuhyun, just for himself.
What he didn't know, and wasn’t prepared to know, is that Kyuhyun’s intention of coming to see her mother that day, was to confirm whether he was having the complex or not anymore. And the moment he saw his happy mother with her new family, he instantly knew that it was what his mother couldn’t get when it was just him in her family. Kyuhyun know that this is the best for her.
“I’m happy for you, mother. You’ve found your happiness.”
“I know baby, and I’m glad you’ve found yours too.” She glanced at Sungmin who wasn’t aware that he was in the attention. Kyuhyun turned around and looked at the same person, then chuckled.
“You’re my mother after all.” She took her big boy’s hands, and palmed them with hers, smiling.
“Just so you know, I don't mind about who you choose to love, or what life you will lead after that, as long as you know what you do with it. And I know you will.”
He hugged her, and he looked back at the pissed Sungmin. His head was arranging what he was about to say to the latter after this. And he wished that he would have the same reply he had been imagining in that same head.
Today; wedding day.
Sungmin put his gaze onto the mirror in front of him, looking at his own reflection from head to toe for the umpteenth time. Kyuhyun then came and hugged him from the back. He took the hands that were wrapping his waist tenderly, and slid his slim fingers into the empty spaces between them.
“You look beautiful as always.”
“Oh shut up. I’m not a girl.”
“But you’re gonna be my wife in a few minutes, Sungmin.”
“Husband, Kyuhyun.”
Oh come on. Let me be the husband for today, and wife tomorrow, and husband the next day, and repeat the same thing every single day.”
“Silly. It’s not like we’re going to wear skirts.”
“Well you looked beautiful in them.” Sungmin smacked his head, and Kyuhyun groaned. “If you’re saying about the prom of our first year in college again, I’ll kick you.”
“Okay... geez, at least be nice to me once. You’ve been so cruel since the first time I confessed to you.”
Sungmin giggled. He remembered the first time Kyuhyun said ‘I love you’ to him. It was right after their graduation ceremony. He was packing his stuff into the bags that had always been there since the first time he entered the room; the three year room that he stayed with Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun then came in and sat at his study desk, watching him packing.
“Let’s live together after this, Sungmin.” He asked with a serious face, but being Kyuhyun, someone who never succeed in expressing his feelings, he thought the latter was joking, and laughed.
“Okay, then you has to marry me. I’ll stay with you forever.” He thought he was joking, but his words were from his heart. He really wished for Kyuhyun to say ‘I love you’ to him and...
“Very well then, I’ll take you as my bride. So live with me.”
“What?”
Kyuhyun stood, and pulled him into an embrace, before kissed him on the lips for the second time.
This time, it wasn’t for keeping cool in front of a senior. It wasn’t a forced one by the people who wanted to trick them.
This time, it was from Kyuhyun’s own desire. “If the ghost wasn’t interfering on that scary day, you would’ve been in my arms earlier, Sungmin. I love you.”
Sungmin felt his eyes wet, and his cheeks were hot. He knew he was blushing.
“I love you too.”
***
“You still haven’t finished your words in the preparation room before, Sungmin. Why wouldn’t you show our kids the picture of your first love? I want to see him, or her; too.” Kyuhyun whispered to his ear, and made him to chuckle in front of the priest who was reading the wedding vow.
“Because, Cho Kyuhyun, I want to simply point my finger across the room, looking at you and say, ‘there he is, my first and only love’.”
Kyuhyun felt like his heart was going to jump out from his chest. Maybe, just maybe, he had already fell for Sungmin since the first time he saw those doe eyes of his on their first day at the Einstein house in the room 2011.
But one thing he was sure about; he was marrying his true love that day.
***
btw, the story was actually inspired by this quote :
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