Runaway
Title: Runaway
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Genre: Romance
Rating PG-13
Length: One-shot
Summary Is running away foolish? careless? worth it? To be with the one you love, Hyukjae and Donghae it is.
A/N: So I'm really glad I was able to write this because I have been suffering writer's block for a few weeks. My last post was a fic I wrote a while back, so it doesn't count. This fic was inspired while I was driving and it was raining cats and dogs listening to the Corrs(an amazing Irish band I grew up listening too). And really, what's better than Eunhae getting wet in the rain? I really appreciate your comments and feedback and I hope you enjoy this.
Runaway
Rain falls harshly over the pedestrians who make way through the crowded streets of the city. Clouds loom in the sky, a typical rainy spring atmosphere.
‘Hurry up’ you think to yourself, willing him to sense your pleas and to appear already. Steadying the umbrella in your left hand, you wrap your coat more securely around your body, seeking warmth from the inexpensive fabric.
A businessman exits the building you’re standing in front of, bumping into your shoulder not bothering to mumble an apology and you’re quick to regain the momentary balance you lost. You glare at his back in resentment, both because of his rudeness and of his protective coat.
You sigh lightly, rubbing your arm telling yourself that if he doesn’t appear within the next minute, you’ll leave.
As if on cue, a familiar figure appears from the other side of the glass you’ve been carefully eying for the past minutes. Bright smile on an even brighter face and he quickly exits the building, getting wet and quickly scurrying under the umbrella with you.
“Sorry. It took longer than expected” he shakes his head, raindrops flying everywhere. He laughs when you yelp and pushes his hair off his forehead. “I’m surprised you waited for me. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you would have taken off”
You narrow your eyes “Yeah. I’m surprised too” your tone is flat and he simply laughs again, takes the umbrella from your hand and ushers you to walk.
“How’d it go?” you ask after a few seconds, both eager and anxious.
He shrugs. “It went pretty well. My best interview yet I think.”
“That’s great” you say feeling slightly calmer.
“Mhmm” he grabs your hand and twines it with his and you feel a slight blush creep across your cheeks, new to be able to do so in public.
Nervously, out of habit, your eyes dart around your surrounding to see if anyone is looking at you.
They aren’t.
Too busy getting to their destinations without getting too soaked to notice anything else.
You look down at you hands, how he swings them back in forth in a very child like manner and you marvel in the act.
How many times did you think about holding his hand in public? How many times did you have to refrain yourself? How many times did you think it unfair?
“I think it might have to do with my hair” he says bringing you out of your inner thoughts.
Looking at him, you admire his short locks and mentally compare them to the longer hair he had until a few days ago. After you’d graduated high school, he’d decided to let it grow till the point it almost reached his shoulders. By most peoples standards, he was in dire need of a cut, but you secretly loved running your fingers through that long mane.
He shoots you a side ways glance like waiting for you to give your input “It suits you. Makes you look older. More mature.”
“Mature as in sexy?” he asks in an arrogant tone, playful smirk hanging from his lips, to which you roll your eyes at, to which he answers by laughing loudly and pulling you closer towards him.
“They said they’d call next week so…” he trails off to dodge a puddle and carefully maneuvers though the crowded street.
The rain keeps pelting over your umbrella but the wind has died down so it seems less chaotic.
“They’ll call” you assure him. “And if they don’t well it’s they’re loss and you’ll find something else.”
He sighs, his breath forming a small puff of breath. “I need a job, Hyuk. Your paycheck isn’t enough.”
You know he’s right. You barely make enough to pay the rent for your small apartment and these past two months have been tough with Donghae unable to find a job.
But you don’t want him to feel any more pressure so you favor calming him over panicking over your reality.
“It’s fine. My boss said that if all goes well, I’ll get a raise soon”
He cocks his eyebrow looking at you skeptically. “A raise? After just two months?”
You shift your eyes away from him, knowing that it’ll be easier for him to see through you if he can see your expression. “Yes. Not immediately of course, but within the next six months.” Your voice comes out steady and you’re surprised. You’re a horrible liar, and there’s no one who knows you better than him.
He says nothing but you can practically feel his sigh. A few moments later, he presses his lips to your cheek. “Why are you so amazing?” he mumbles against your skin.
Your face turns in his direction and there’s a mix of emotion inside you and a warm feeling in your heart.
“I-I don’t kn-know” you stammer slightly “God made me that way” you try to sound cocky but it comes out too shaky to give off the effect.
He laughs, the sound supplying warmness in the otherwise coldness. His laugh has always been such a comforting sound for you. Having the ability to make you smile since you were kids.
A few feet ahead of you, a little boy bouncing rather than walking, and his mother’s hand in one of his hands, a stuffed bear in the other. He trips slightly and the toy falls out of his grasp, the white fur darkening by the rain and the dirty sidewalk.
Before the mother can even react, Donghae shoves the umbrella in your hand and darts off to pick up the toy.
“Donghae, don’t. You’ll get wet!”
He pays no attention to you, handing the toy back to the small child and dismissing the mother’s gratitude. You let out an exasperated sigh and run up to cover him with the umbrella.
“Do you want to get sick?” you scold him much like the mother is scolding her son for not watching where he walks.
“Come on, Hyuk. You know I can’t stand to see a kid cry” he reasons a smile painted on his lips.
“I rather see a careless child cry than see you get sick.” You snap at him as you start walking again.
“But then I’d have you as my nurse. And I really like how that sounds” a smug smile meets your scowl and you begin a brisk walk that he doesn’t falter in following.
You’re not surprised, you’re movements have always been in sink, either of your steps in time with the others.
“My mom called” he says suddenly and you look at him shocked.
“What? When?”
He takes the umbrella back from you, shifting closer towards you as you turn to a lesser crowded street.
“Yesterday”
“Well? What did she say?” you ask after he keeps silence, and you feel yourself hang onto his words.
“Well, she asked how I was and if we were settled.” You can hear the mix of emotions in his voice and you feel a sense of guilt. “She said my dad said hi” he laughs without an ounce of humor and you feel your heart sink.
“Donghae I-” he cuts you off, grabbing your hand and kissing your palm.
“Its okay” he says but you know it isn’t.
For the hundredth time it seems you question if you made the right decision.
If you should have said no to him the day Donghae asked you to runaway with him. To runaway from what? And at your age it seems immature and thinking clearly you’re not sure if that’s the appropriate term to call what you’ve done.
You’re both adults, independent and old enough to form your own ideas and make your own decisions. So really, no one had the liberty to hold you back. But there are things expected from you.
You know your parents expected the both of you to go into your respective family business and to eventually marry and form families.
You can only imagine the surprise and disappointment they must have felt when you informed them that the only family you’d be starting was with each other.
After facing the fact your families didn’t accept you, Donghae asked you to leave with him.
To leave your small town and to make it for yourselves in the city.
Your first thought was that he was insane. Your second was that you were scared. Then you went back to thinking he was insane, but in the end you had your answer from the moment he asked the question.
You’re fast approaching your apartment, a one bedroom one bath with barely any live in space, but it’s your home. The home you have with him and you’ve never felt you belong any where than there with him.
You’re surprised when Donghae navigates you to a different street that ends in a park.
“Donghae, where are you going? The apartment is that way.”
“I know that, silly. I want to go the park.” He smiles and tugs you along insistently. “It’s a nice day to go see the flowers.”
You stare at him blankly but he ignores you and you shake your head at him.
Of course, trust Donghae to be the only human being to call a rainy day the perfect time to go the park.
At least the rain has slowed down, you think as you enter the small park.
Instantly, you’re surrounded by what seems like a thousand flowers, different shades, colors and sizes, the humidity in the atmosphere intensifying their scent.
You walk along the red brick path, flanked at the sides by white and pink dotted bushes and Donghae slips his hand around your waist and shares a smile with you when you look at him. In his eyes you can see expressed what you feel.
The liberty you have now to do things like hold hands is something foreign to you both.
You know that your relationship will never be fully accepted no matter where you go. But here, in this place were no one knows who you are, where there are too many people for your neighbors to care about what you do or don’t do, you can do things such as holding hands without the fear of being shunned.
Rain drops create puddles left and right in this garden of beauty, the flowers specked with drops and you can imagine how pretty they’ll look once the sun comes out to shine over them making them glisten.
“Hold this” Donghae hands you the umbrella and kisses your temple and before you can even blink, he’s stepped out from underneath the umbrella getting wet by the rain for the third time today.
“Are you completely insane?!” You can’t comprehend Donghae sometimes and usually like that, not knowing the other person completely keeps things interesting. But now is not one of these times.
He laughs at your expression “Like when we were kids. Remember, Hyuk ah? We’d run around in the rain until our moms called us in?”
“Yes, but we were kids, Donghae. You’re 20 years old for crying out loud!”
But Donghae doesn’t listen to your pleas and you catch yourself thinking how this is supposed to work.
How you and Donghae are going to live alone and independently if he does things like stand in the rain till he soaks his bones.
Why you even put up with him half the time if for the most part you can’t stand this type of behavior even from children.
When Donghae lifts his face towards the sky, his arms extended as far as they can go, his tongue sticking out of his mouth so he can catch the raindrops, you get your answer.
Because for the simple and unique reason that you are in love.
You’ve been in love with Donghae ever since you were 15 years old and since then you’ve only fallen more and more. You couldn’t help yourself. How could have not fallen in love with him? You feel like only luck had it that he’s in love with you too.
Sometimes it scares you just how much you love him. The fact that you would follow him literally anywhere, do anything to be with him to the point you wonder if it’s sane to love someone this much.
You used to think like simply turned to love and that was all there was too it.
But with every day that has passed you feel yourself fall more and more in love with him, more than what you thought humanly possible.
People say that eventually there’s a point in a relationship where love changes. Where the flames of passion burn out and your left with a small spark that is never really ignited fully again. Something that all couples go through.
But with Donghae…
you feel that you’ll always feel like some love struck teenager.
A smile reaches your lips when Donghae starts turning in circles, reminding you of a six year old. You suddenly feel silly standing under the umbrella to keep some sense of conformity because really...
what’s the point?
You moved away to go somewhere you and Donghae can be yourselves.
You’ve exchanged secret phone calls for whispered talks in each others arms.
Holding hands underneath your desks during home room for hands around waists and heads rested on shoulders.
Forbidden caresses and desperate kisses, praying for your parents to not come home in exchange for being free to making love on the floor of the hallway just because you can and just because you can’t wait to reach the bed.
The umbrella falls from your hand and you’re wet within seconds but you could care less as you reach Donghae and placing your hands on his surprised face, stand on your toes and kiss him.
He’s stunned for a few moments but he reacts in time and grabs you by the waist and brings you flush against his body.
You feel a warmth surge within your body which is odd since simultaneously the rain picks up and you’re both drenched at this point. You run you hands through his wet hair and his hands encircle your hips, your bodies molding together like they have for years.
When he starts to pull away slowly you instinctively follow him, your lips still latched onto his, hands cupping his jaw and he smiles into the kiss.
You don’t care who sees you, if you seem needy or if you get pneumonia from standing in the rain.
Right now, you want nothing more than to kiss Donghae under the rain
just because he is so beautiful,
just because you have lost your head so fully, so completely for him
and
just because kissing in the rain seems like something all couples in love should do at least once in their lives.
Eventually you part for air and Donghae laughs looking at you in bewilderment and amazement.
He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but stops himself, bites his lip and slightly raises his right eyebrow.
You’ve come to know that look extremely well over the years since the first time he looked at you that way when you were 17 and you feel the sudden rush to be alone with Donghae in your apartment.
You say nothing and turn around to pick up the forgotten umbrella. As you’re closing it shut you suddenly realize that it’s stopped raining and the sun is slowly becoming visible through the clouds.
As clichéd and tried as it sounds, you can’t help but think that there must not be a more perfect surrounding. You and Donghae surrounded by flowers, the sun shinning and the genuine feeling of being in love.
He approaches you, taking the umbrella from your hand, your fingers locking, you exit the park. The smile he gives you is brighter than the Sun and while you want to roll your eyes at your sappiness, you don’t because if there’s anyone worth being called a sap over, it’s Donghae.
“When we get home, do you want to shower first?” you ask him as you pass a street musician playing a violin, taking note that he has probably gotten twice as wet as you have.
“Uhhh, I have a better idea” he stops, draws you near him and then spins you away. You laugh and he lightly twirls you, drawing you back into his arms, in your ear says “We could save up some water and shower together.”
“We can’t. The shower is too small for the two of us” you argue halfheartedly noticing the street musician continue his playing, a small smile on his lips and he’s staring at the both of you.
For a moment you get caught in his stare.
It’s a complete novice to you for someone to look at you and Donghae and show an emotion that isn’t disdain or disgust. The musician, a man in his fifties or sixties, winks at you like sharing a secret and continues his playing.
“Hyuk” Donghae’s lips against your ear makes you jolt slightly. “Come on, think of water conservation. Help me save the planet”
You know water conservation is the last thing on Donghae’s mind and would be the last reason for you to shower together.
“Save the planet, huh?” you smile coyly and before you know it Donghae’s practically dragging you the last few blocks to you apartment.
Before you left for Seoul, your father told you that you would regret leaving and the decision you’d made. For a moment you took it into consideration, that you might. Your pondering lasted about a second.
Because you know that the only regret you’d have, despite leaving your family, your friends, and everything you’ve ever known, is if you’d stayed.
If you weren’t right at this moment hand in hand with Donghae, practically running breathlessly to reach your home. A home only you and he call yours.
So what if you ran away.
If you escaped your responsibility or what people expected of you.
If you had the chance to go back you wouldn’t change a thing. You’d more than surely run away with Donghae to wherever you had to. People would most likely not understand, but it’s actually for the simplest of reasons.
Because you’ve fallen in love. You’ll fall more in love everyday. And because you’ll never stop falling in love.
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Genre: Romance
Rating PG-13
Length: One-shot
Summary Is running away foolish? careless? worth it? To be with the one you love, Hyukjae and Donghae it is.
A/N: So I'm really glad I was able to write this because I have been suffering writer's block for a few weeks. My last post was a fic I wrote a while back, so it doesn't count. This fic was inspired while I was driving and it was raining cats and dogs listening to the Corrs(an amazing Irish band I grew up listening too). And really, what's better than Eunhae getting wet in the rain? I really appreciate your comments and feedback and I hope you enjoy this.
Runaway
Rain falls harshly over the pedestrians who make way through the crowded streets of the city. Clouds loom in the sky, a typical rainy spring atmosphere.
‘Hurry up’ you think to yourself, willing him to sense your pleas and to appear already. Steadying the umbrella in your left hand, you wrap your coat more securely around your body, seeking warmth from the inexpensive fabric.
A businessman exits the building you’re standing in front of, bumping into your shoulder not bothering to mumble an apology and you’re quick to regain the momentary balance you lost. You glare at his back in resentment, both because of his rudeness and of his protective coat.
You sigh lightly, rubbing your arm telling yourself that if he doesn’t appear within the next minute, you’ll leave.
As if on cue, a familiar figure appears from the other side of the glass you’ve been carefully eying for the past minutes. Bright smile on an even brighter face and he quickly exits the building, getting wet and quickly scurrying under the umbrella with you.
“Sorry. It took longer than expected” he shakes his head, raindrops flying everywhere. He laughs when you yelp and pushes his hair off his forehead. “I’m surprised you waited for me. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you would have taken off”
You narrow your eyes “Yeah. I’m surprised too” your tone is flat and he simply laughs again, takes the umbrella from your hand and ushers you to walk.
“How’d it go?” you ask after a few seconds, both eager and anxious.
He shrugs. “It went pretty well. My best interview yet I think.”
“That’s great” you say feeling slightly calmer.
“Mhmm” he grabs your hand and twines it with his and you feel a slight blush creep across your cheeks, new to be able to do so in public.
Nervously, out of habit, your eyes dart around your surrounding to see if anyone is looking at you.
They aren’t.
Too busy getting to their destinations without getting too soaked to notice anything else.
You look down at you hands, how he swings them back in forth in a very child like manner and you marvel in the act.
How many times did you think about holding his hand in public? How many times did you have to refrain yourself? How many times did you think it unfair?
“I think it might have to do with my hair” he says bringing you out of your inner thoughts.
Looking at him, you admire his short locks and mentally compare them to the longer hair he had until a few days ago. After you’d graduated high school, he’d decided to let it grow till the point it almost reached his shoulders. By most peoples standards, he was in dire need of a cut, but you secretly loved running your fingers through that long mane.
He shoots you a side ways glance like waiting for you to give your input “It suits you. Makes you look older. More mature.”
“Mature as in sexy?” he asks in an arrogant tone, playful smirk hanging from his lips, to which you roll your eyes at, to which he answers by laughing loudly and pulling you closer towards him.
“They said they’d call next week so…” he trails off to dodge a puddle and carefully maneuvers though the crowded street.
The rain keeps pelting over your umbrella but the wind has died down so it seems less chaotic.
“They’ll call” you assure him. “And if they don’t well it’s they’re loss and you’ll find something else.”
He sighs, his breath forming a small puff of breath. “I need a job, Hyuk. Your paycheck isn’t enough.”
You know he’s right. You barely make enough to pay the rent for your small apartment and these past two months have been tough with Donghae unable to find a job.
But you don’t want him to feel any more pressure so you favor calming him over panicking over your reality.
“It’s fine. My boss said that if all goes well, I’ll get a raise soon”
He cocks his eyebrow looking at you skeptically. “A raise? After just two months?”
You shift your eyes away from him, knowing that it’ll be easier for him to see through you if he can see your expression. “Yes. Not immediately of course, but within the next six months.” Your voice comes out steady and you’re surprised. You’re a horrible liar, and there’s no one who knows you better than him.
He says nothing but you can practically feel his sigh. A few moments later, he presses his lips to your cheek. “Why are you so amazing?” he mumbles against your skin.
Your face turns in his direction and there’s a mix of emotion inside you and a warm feeling in your heart.
“I-I don’t kn-know” you stammer slightly “God made me that way” you try to sound cocky but it comes out too shaky to give off the effect.
He laughs, the sound supplying warmness in the otherwise coldness. His laugh has always been such a comforting sound for you. Having the ability to make you smile since you were kids.
A few feet ahead of you, a little boy bouncing rather than walking, and his mother’s hand in one of his hands, a stuffed bear in the other. He trips slightly and the toy falls out of his grasp, the white fur darkening by the rain and the dirty sidewalk.
Before the mother can even react, Donghae shoves the umbrella in your hand and darts off to pick up the toy.
“Donghae, don’t. You’ll get wet!”
He pays no attention to you, handing the toy back to the small child and dismissing the mother’s gratitude. You let out an exasperated sigh and run up to cover him with the umbrella.
“Do you want to get sick?” you scold him much like the mother is scolding her son for not watching where he walks.
“Come on, Hyuk. You know I can’t stand to see a kid cry” he reasons a smile painted on his lips.
“I rather see a careless child cry than see you get sick.” You snap at him as you start walking again.
“But then I’d have you as my nurse. And I really like how that sounds” a smug smile meets your scowl and you begin a brisk walk that he doesn’t falter in following.
You’re not surprised, you’re movements have always been in sink, either of your steps in time with the others.
“My mom called” he says suddenly and you look at him shocked.
“What? When?”
He takes the umbrella back from you, shifting closer towards you as you turn to a lesser crowded street.
“Yesterday”
“Well? What did she say?” you ask after he keeps silence, and you feel yourself hang onto his words.
“Well, she asked how I was and if we were settled.” You can hear the mix of emotions in his voice and you feel a sense of guilt. “She said my dad said hi” he laughs without an ounce of humor and you feel your heart sink.
“Donghae I-” he cuts you off, grabbing your hand and kissing your palm.
“Its okay” he says but you know it isn’t.
For the hundredth time it seems you question if you made the right decision.
If you should have said no to him the day Donghae asked you to runaway with him. To runaway from what? And at your age it seems immature and thinking clearly you’re not sure if that’s the appropriate term to call what you’ve done.
You’re both adults, independent and old enough to form your own ideas and make your own decisions. So really, no one had the liberty to hold you back. But there are things expected from you.
You know your parents expected the both of you to go into your respective family business and to eventually marry and form families.
You can only imagine the surprise and disappointment they must have felt when you informed them that the only family you’d be starting was with each other.
After facing the fact your families didn’t accept you, Donghae asked you to leave with him.
To leave your small town and to make it for yourselves in the city.
Your first thought was that he was insane. Your second was that you were scared. Then you went back to thinking he was insane, but in the end you had your answer from the moment he asked the question.
You’re fast approaching your apartment, a one bedroom one bath with barely any live in space, but it’s your home. The home you have with him and you’ve never felt you belong any where than there with him.
You’re surprised when Donghae navigates you to a different street that ends in a park.
“Donghae, where are you going? The apartment is that way.”
“I know that, silly. I want to go the park.” He smiles and tugs you along insistently. “It’s a nice day to go see the flowers.”
You stare at him blankly but he ignores you and you shake your head at him.
Of course, trust Donghae to be the only human being to call a rainy day the perfect time to go the park.
At least the rain has slowed down, you think as you enter the small park.
Instantly, you’re surrounded by what seems like a thousand flowers, different shades, colors and sizes, the humidity in the atmosphere intensifying their scent.
You walk along the red brick path, flanked at the sides by white and pink dotted bushes and Donghae slips his hand around your waist and shares a smile with you when you look at him. In his eyes you can see expressed what you feel.
The liberty you have now to do things like hold hands is something foreign to you both.
You know that your relationship will never be fully accepted no matter where you go. But here, in this place were no one knows who you are, where there are too many people for your neighbors to care about what you do or don’t do, you can do things such as holding hands without the fear of being shunned.
Rain drops create puddles left and right in this garden of beauty, the flowers specked with drops and you can imagine how pretty they’ll look once the sun comes out to shine over them making them glisten.
“Hold this” Donghae hands you the umbrella and kisses your temple and before you can even blink, he’s stepped out from underneath the umbrella getting wet by the rain for the third time today.
“Are you completely insane?!” You can’t comprehend Donghae sometimes and usually like that, not knowing the other person completely keeps things interesting. But now is not one of these times.
He laughs at your expression “Like when we were kids. Remember, Hyuk ah? We’d run around in the rain until our moms called us in?”
“Yes, but we were kids, Donghae. You’re 20 years old for crying out loud!”
But Donghae doesn’t listen to your pleas and you catch yourself thinking how this is supposed to work.
How you and Donghae are going to live alone and independently if he does things like stand in the rain till he soaks his bones.
Why you even put up with him half the time if for the most part you can’t stand this type of behavior even from children.
When Donghae lifts his face towards the sky, his arms extended as far as they can go, his tongue sticking out of his mouth so he can catch the raindrops, you get your answer.
Because for the simple and unique reason that you are in love.
You’ve been in love with Donghae ever since you were 15 years old and since then you’ve only fallen more and more. You couldn’t help yourself. How could have not fallen in love with him? You feel like only luck had it that he’s in love with you too.
Sometimes it scares you just how much you love him. The fact that you would follow him literally anywhere, do anything to be with him to the point you wonder if it’s sane to love someone this much.
You used to think like simply turned to love and that was all there was too it.
But with every day that has passed you feel yourself fall more and more in love with him, more than what you thought humanly possible.
People say that eventually there’s a point in a relationship where love changes. Where the flames of passion burn out and your left with a small spark that is never really ignited fully again. Something that all couples go through.
But with Donghae…
you feel that you’ll always feel like some love struck teenager.
A smile reaches your lips when Donghae starts turning in circles, reminding you of a six year old. You suddenly feel silly standing under the umbrella to keep some sense of conformity because really...
what’s the point?
You moved away to go somewhere you and Donghae can be yourselves.
You’ve exchanged secret phone calls for whispered talks in each others arms.
Holding hands underneath your desks during home room for hands around waists and heads rested on shoulders.
Forbidden caresses and desperate kisses, praying for your parents to not come home in exchange for being free to making love on the floor of the hallway just because you can and just because you can’t wait to reach the bed.
The umbrella falls from your hand and you’re wet within seconds but you could care less as you reach Donghae and placing your hands on his surprised face, stand on your toes and kiss him.
He’s stunned for a few moments but he reacts in time and grabs you by the waist and brings you flush against his body.
You feel a warmth surge within your body which is odd since simultaneously the rain picks up and you’re both drenched at this point. You run you hands through his wet hair and his hands encircle your hips, your bodies molding together like they have for years.
When he starts to pull away slowly you instinctively follow him, your lips still latched onto his, hands cupping his jaw and he smiles into the kiss.
You don’t care who sees you, if you seem needy or if you get pneumonia from standing in the rain.
Right now, you want nothing more than to kiss Donghae under the rain
just because he is so beautiful,
just because you have lost your head so fully, so completely for him
and
just because kissing in the rain seems like something all couples in love should do at least once in their lives.
Eventually you part for air and Donghae laughs looking at you in bewilderment and amazement.
He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but stops himself, bites his lip and slightly raises his right eyebrow.
You’ve come to know that look extremely well over the years since the first time he looked at you that way when you were 17 and you feel the sudden rush to be alone with Donghae in your apartment.
You say nothing and turn around to pick up the forgotten umbrella. As you’re closing it shut you suddenly realize that it’s stopped raining and the sun is slowly becoming visible through the clouds.
As clichéd and tried as it sounds, you can’t help but think that there must not be a more perfect surrounding. You and Donghae surrounded by flowers, the sun shinning and the genuine feeling of being in love.
He approaches you, taking the umbrella from your hand, your fingers locking, you exit the park. The smile he gives you is brighter than the Sun and while you want to roll your eyes at your sappiness, you don’t because if there’s anyone worth being called a sap over, it’s Donghae.
“When we get home, do you want to shower first?” you ask him as you pass a street musician playing a violin, taking note that he has probably gotten twice as wet as you have.
“Uhhh, I have a better idea” he stops, draws you near him and then spins you away. You laugh and he lightly twirls you, drawing you back into his arms, in your ear says “We could save up some water and shower together.”
“We can’t. The shower is too small for the two of us” you argue halfheartedly noticing the street musician continue his playing, a small smile on his lips and he’s staring at the both of you.
For a moment you get caught in his stare.
It’s a complete novice to you for someone to look at you and Donghae and show an emotion that isn’t disdain or disgust. The musician, a man in his fifties or sixties, winks at you like sharing a secret and continues his playing.
“Hyuk” Donghae’s lips against your ear makes you jolt slightly. “Come on, think of water conservation. Help me save the planet”
You know water conservation is the last thing on Donghae’s mind and would be the last reason for you to shower together.
“Save the planet, huh?” you smile coyly and before you know it Donghae’s practically dragging you the last few blocks to you apartment.
Before you left for Seoul, your father told you that you would regret leaving and the decision you’d made. For a moment you took it into consideration, that you might. Your pondering lasted about a second.
Because you know that the only regret you’d have, despite leaving your family, your friends, and everything you’ve ever known, is if you’d stayed.
If you weren’t right at this moment hand in hand with Donghae, practically running breathlessly to reach your home. A home only you and he call yours.
So what if you ran away.
If you escaped your responsibility or what people expected of you.
If you had the chance to go back you wouldn’t change a thing. You’d more than surely run away with Donghae to wherever you had to. People would most likely not understand, but it’s actually for the simplest of reasons.
Because you’ve fallen in love. You’ll fall more in love everyday. And because you’ll never stop falling in love.