Faccia Bella 12/15
TITLE: Faccia Bella 11/15
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
GENRE: AU, Romance, a little angst, comedy
PAIRINGS: Minkey, 2min, Jongkey/Onkey (dunno haven't decided yet)
RATING: G-NC-17 (depending on chapter.. as always)
SUMMARY: You love me the way I've always wanted to be loved but I am merely just a stand in because he's still somewhere out there. The one who you truly love but but I'll take what I can get for now because I've fallen in love with you and you loved me because you gave me his face.
A/N: OH EM CHEESE!!! MIANHE FOR SUCH A LATE UPDATE! HAPPY BIRFDAY TO boondoks1 ! Umma is sorry that she's been slacking, but I was able to get this done before your birthday was over... Well at least in my timezone it's still your birfday. Sorry if this isn't the best chapter. I'm trying to set everything up. Can't believe this one will be coming to an end soon. Oh and just out of curiosity, who do you all want to end up together? 2min? Minkey? Jongkey? Jongyu? And one last thing, I entered shawol_haven 's challenge again. If you could go and vote for me that'd be great. THANKS! Onto the update!!!
CHAPTER TWELVE
I woke up in bed. I don’t remember getting up to go there, actually the last thing I remember is passing out on the kitchen floor. I shift around to face the clock that sits on the bedside table. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the glaring red numbers that are in front of me. It’s just after three in the morning. I wonder how long I’ve been out. I almost jump out of my skin when I hear someone mumble something behind me. I quickly sit up and turn to look at who it came from. I smile when I see that it’s just Jonghyun. He’s sleeping on top of the covers, curled into a ball to stay warm.
“Babo,” I curse him as I slip out of bed to go and grab an extra blanket from the hallway closet. He really was taking such good care of me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank him enough. Life definitely works in strange ways. Who would have thought I’d get so attached to someone I don’t know just because of his generosity. I start to think about what I’m going to do now that I have my full memory back. I can’t really just up and leave Jonghyun, never looking back. He’s been the only friend I’ve had since the crash. And an amazing friend at that. I don’t think I can just cut him out of my life now.
I let out a long, frustrated sigh as I make my way back to the room, blanket held tightly in my arms. I try to be as quiet as I possibly can as I drape the blanket over his shivering form. I really didn’t get why he didn’t just get under the covers with me. Silly boy. I smooth down his hair before turning back to the door. I was hungry since it seems that I had slept right through dinner and I also had some things that I needed to sort out.
I shuffle back out of the room, softly closing the door behind me as I make my way to the kitchen. I wasn’t in the mood for the dinner I had cooked earlier and opted for making a quick grilled cheese sandwich instead. I did my best to keep the noise down to a minimum. I didn’t want to wake Jonghyun. Between his job at the hospital and taking care of me, I’m sure he’s tired as hell. I pour myself a glass of iced tea, grabbing a bag of chips from the pantry as well before walking back to my sandwich. I glance over to the sliding door that led to the backyard. It was nice out tonight. Maybe a little fresh air will help me go through my thoughts. I walk over and grab the hoodie that was tossed over the recliner, returning to the kitchen to get my food. I slide open the door and step out into the crisp night air. I settle down in one of the chairs at the table that was situated on the patio.
I bring my legs up to my chest, open the bag of chips, and begin to nibble on one as I get lost in my thoughts. I silently curse myself for taking so long to remember Minho and the love that we share. I feel guilty that I forgot about him in the first place and that he was the last person that I ended up remembering. I wonder how he’s doing and if he knows that I’m alive. He must be worrying sick about me. I should call him, but it’s late. He has class in the morning. I’ll wait until then to call. His face flashes in my mind and I’m overcome with the urge to just go to him. I wanted to be in his arms again. I wanted to get one of his infamous forehead kisses that I told him I hated because it always messed up my hair, but secretly loved. I wanted to curl up in one of his old soccer jerseys and fall asleep on the couch together. I wanted Waffle Friday.
I break off a piece of my sandwich and begin to slowly eat it. I needed to figure out a way to let Jonghyun know that I was going back to Minho and my life that got put on hold suddenly. I just wanted to make sure he knows that I still want us to remain friends and how thankful I am for what he’s done for me. I was ready to get back to my life though. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I feel as though I’ve started a whole new life here with Jonghyun. I’m not sure if I’m ready to just walk away from it either.
“Argh,” I bring my hands up to my hair and ruffle it up in frustration. My head was starting to pound with all the thoughts that are currently filling it up. I had grown attached to Jonghyun and it was going to be weird not seeing him everyday. Cooking for him to make sure he eats properly, cleaning up after his mess, arguing with him about the stupidest things. I let out another long sigh. My life just got ten times more complicated. I bury my head in my knees and groan.
*~*
I woke up in the middle of the night with a blanket over me and no one beside me. I look around the dark room for any sign of Kibum, but found nothing. I wrap the blanket around me and stumble out of bed, getting tangled in the fabric causing me to fall to the floor. I grumble curses under my breath as I stand up and make my way for the door. I wonder where Kibum went. He’s probably in the kitchen, he did sleep right through dinner. I don’t bother turning on any lights, I know the layout of my home well enough to get through it with just moonlight.
“Ouch, shit,” I curse when I graze a corner as I turn into the kitchen. Okay, maybe I didn’t know the layout that well. I know he’s not in the kitchen the moment I step foot in it. I do know that he was there by the pan that was resting on the stove, I guess he wasn’t up for the pasta he had cooked earlier. I turn back around and scan the living room and he’s not there either. I wonder where he could have gone. That’s when I notice that the curtains for the sliding glass door that leads to the back yard are pushed aside. I make my way to the door and can see him sitting on one of the chairs at the table. His back is towards me so he doesn’t know I’m there. I slowly slide open the door and he still shows any signs of knowing my presence.
I’m glad that I still had the blanket wrapped around me when I step outside, it was kind of chilly out tonight. I slide the door close behind me and take a step towards Kibum. He looks like he’s deep in thought which would explain why he didn’t know I was there. I wonder what he’s thinking about.
“Argh,” he groans just before burying his head into his knees. This can’t be good. I wonder if he’s remembering something again. Although, he did tell me that he had gained back everything earlier tonight which is why he had passed out. I take the last few steps towards him, pulling out a chair and moving it so that it was right next to his. The scrape of the metal against wood caused him to lift his head. I give him a small wave before taking a seat. He just stares at me before going back to the position he was just in.
“You okay?” I ask, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“I’m fine,” he mumbles and shakes my hand off of him. A pout forms on my face for a second before I quickly brush it off. He was still probably just in shock over all his memories. I know I would be if I were him. I’ll just give him some space. I pull the blanket tighter around me and just sit there with him. I notice that the food he had made for himself earlier was barely touched and probably not very appetizing since they were probably cold.
“You wanna talk about it?” I finally ask him after a few minutes of complete silence.
“Not really.”
“You sure? I’m a good listener.”
He turns his head and looks at me. I give him a shy smile and wave again. He only groans louder before turning to face the other direction, “I don’t even know where to start.”
“You can start anywhere.”
“I’m confused.”
“Okay. That makes sense.”
“No, not about my memories.”
“Then what are you confused about.”
“I feel like I have two separate lives now. My life before the crash and my life after the crash.”
“Oh I see.”
“I mean, I’m happy to have all those memories back and to know who I am, but at the same time,” he pauses there and another frustrated groan leaves his mouth. I bring a hand up and start to rub his back, this time he lets me.
“Are you unsure of what to do now?”
“Kind of.”
“Well what are your choices. We’ll list out all the pros and cons and then you can decide from there.”
“I don’t think that method would work this time Jonghyun hyung.”
“Why not? It always works for me. Plus it helps to put all your thoughts in a nice organized list.”
“I have too many thoughts.”
“Well at least tell me what has you so conflicted with yourself? I mean you left a perfectly good grilled cheese sandwich to get cold as well as a big of chips.”
“Did you want it? You can have it.”
“That’s not the point Kibummie. The point is that you’re still recovering, so you shouldn’t be skipping meals. And whatever you have on your mind is occupying it so much that you can’t even think about eating. So that can’t be good.”
“I’m just confused about what I should do now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, do I just go back to my life before like none of this happened? Will it be easy for me to just go back to my life before? I’m not even sure where I should pick up. Part of me just wants to go on with the life I have now.”
My heart starts to beat faster after the last sentence he says. Does that mean he wants to stay here with me? Because if it does, then I surely won’t mind it at all. I like have him here. It’s nice to be able to come home to someone and not just an empty house. I never really put much thought into what I’m going to do when he finally leaves. Probably because it never really occurred to me that he would leave. I always thought he would just stay here with me because I need him here with me. But then again, I can’t really force him to stay. He had a life before he ever met me. A life that involved more people than just me. People he’s known longer than he’s known me. So could I really ask him to stay here and continue on with this life?
“I mean, it would be so much easier to just think of all these memories as just the part of the past. Something that I can just revisit from time to time when I want to. But then again, there are so many important people that I want to see and talk to again. And Minho, I’m sure he’s worried sick about me. I miss him.”
“Minho,” my head drops at the sound of that name, “So have you figured out what he is to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Who is he?”
“My fiancé.”
“Wh-what?” I choke on my spit.
“Yeah,” he says to me, looking up at the sky, “We’ve only been a couple for a little over a year, but I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with him and he feels the same.”
“Oh I see,” my heart is aching and I’m starting to have a hard time breathing, “So when’s the big day.”
“Not for at least another four years.”
“Oh?” I look at him and a little sliver of hope starts to form in my heart, “Why?”
“We agreed we’d get our lives in order first. Finish our degrees, get good jobs, that kind of stuff. Then again, I’m not sure if we’ll both be able to wait the four years now. I remember the last thing I thought of as the plane was making the emergency landing was him. His face was the last thing I saw before I passed out.”
“Oh I see.”
“Jonghyun hyung,” he looks at me and again I give him a shy smile.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me. I know that you didn’t have to do any of it. I could have been spending all this time in the hospital, but you brought me back to your house. And I think that’s the reason why I’ve recovered so fast.”
“It’s nothing Kibummie.”
“I know you’re just saying that. But this is your house and life we’re talking about here and the fact that you let a complete stranger in with no questions. I can’t thank you enough. You’ve been so kind and patient with me.”
“Really Bummie,” I grab his hand and squeeze it, “It was nothing. I would do it all over again if I had to.”
“I hope you know that I want us to continue being friends.”
“I’m not going to let you just drop me that easily Kibummie. You’re stuck with me for life.”
“Well I’ve always wanted a dinosaur ever since I was a kid,” we both laugh and it lightens the air between us.
*~*
I flip over in bed and reach out to grab Kibum, but all I get is a cold pillow. I feel around the bed and come up with nothing but sheets and pillows. I slowly open my eyes and blink a few times, getting used to the morning light before I take in the space beside me. He’s not there and by the feel of the cold sheets, he hasn’t been there in awhile. I sit up in bed and stretch out my arms, looking around the room for any sign of my fiancé. A frown starts to form on my face when again, I can’t see any indication that he was here at all. I throw the covers off me and pull on a pair of sweats before I leave my room.
“Bummie,” I call out once I’m in the hallway. Perhaps, he was just in the kitchen making breakfast, but I didn’t hear the usual slamming of cabinet doors or the sound of a frying pan sizzling. I didn’t smell anything cooking either. I was starting to get worried again. He can’t have run away again, not after I gave him the ring last night. I mean I know I put it on his finger while he was sleeping, but still.
“Bummie,” I call out again when I reach the kitchen/living room. I look around me and still there’s nothing that tells me that he’s in the apartment anymore. He’s not here. I know it. I knew it the moment I woke up, I didn’t feel him at all in my apartment. Where could he have gone? Please tell me he just ran to the store real quick to pick up some breakfast for us. Deep down, I know that that isn’t the case. He’s gone, again and I have no idea where he could be.
I slump and let out a long sigh as I start to make my way to the living room. Where could you have gone Kibum? Why would you just leave me like that? I thought we had settled everything last night. I was just about to pass the door to my apartment and the next thing I know I’m on the ground, with someone on top of me.
“Ugh,” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut as a sharp pain shoots through my back. My lower back throbbing from where I had hit the floor and from the added weight in that section.
“Minho,” comes a familiar voice right before I feel the person start to kiss me all over my face, “I missed you so much yeobo.”
I open my eyes and am greeted by the most beautiful sight ever. Kibum was leaning over me, the soft morning sunlight hitting his face just right. He looked like an angel to me and a big smile crossed my face, “Baby.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeats over and over again as he continues to kiss me all over my face.
“I love you too Bummie,” I laugh and finally grab hold of his face, stopping his kisses. I can feel faint traces of his saliva on my face. We just stare at one another for what seems like forever, our eyes having a silent conversation of their own.
“I’ve missed you yeobo,” he shakes my hands off his face and lays down on me, resting his head underneath my chin.
“I’ve been here the whole time,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his slim waist. He hums into my neck before kissing me again. I’m a little thrown off by his actions, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to complain. For the first time since the airplane crash, I actually feel like this is the Kibum that I know and love. There was something about him before that was a little off, not that I was bothered by it, I actually kind of liked it.
I kiss him on the top of his head and he looks up at me, “I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve been together,” he tells me.
“Have you really missed me that much?”
“Uh huh,” his lips are connected to mine before I can even respond. A small moan escapes my mouth when he starts to nibble on my bottom lip. I don’t give into him though, keeping my mouth shut as we continue to make out, “Yeobo.”
“Hm?”
“Open up,” he mumbles against my mouth before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it gently. I just let out a laugh before opening my mouth to him, his tongue darting in the moment I give him access. I quickly clamp my mouth down before he can start to explore my mouth and begin to suck on his tongue.
“Mm,” he moans, hands beginning to roam over my bare chest as I bring mine down to his ass to give it a gentle squeeze. Something isn’t right though. I can’t put my finger on it, but something doesn’t seem right at all. My mind starts to focus more on that nagging feeling than our kiss. Then it hits me all of sudden and I pull away from him. He looks down at me with a pout and I grab his left hand. I bring it up to my face and stare at it, “What’s wrong yeobo?”
“The ring.”
“What?”
“The ring. I put a ring on your finger last night while you were sleeping,” I look into his eyes, “Where is it?”
“What ring?”
“Your engagement ring,” I sit up and stand both of us up, “Please don’t tell me you lost it already.”
“What engagement ring,” he’s looking at me with confusion.
I shake my head, “Quit playing Bummie. I specifically remember placing that ring on your finger last night. I was going to wait until we were at least halfway through our degree, but I couldn’t. Not after what we’ve been through since the crash.”
I turn away from him and walk back towards the kitchen, “Yeobo.”
“Where did you put it?” I was starting to get a little angry. I had just given the ring to him just hours ago and he already took it off. Not to mention he was acting like none of it ever happened.
“Yeobo,” he grabs my arm and turns me to face him, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I stare down at him and that’s when I notice that he isn’t wearing the necklace either, “Where’s your necklace?”
He brings his arm up to his neck before hanging his head, “I don’t know. I remember having it on the plane and that’s all. I have no idea what happened to it since then. I’m so sorry yeobo. I didn’t mean to lose it, I promise.”
“What are you talking about? You had the necklace in your hand when I identified you at the hospital,” my head was starting to hurt. Nothing was making sense to me. It was like we were on two completely different pages of completely different chapters.
“Wait, what?” the confusion on his face seems to be building up. I know he has no idea what I’m talking about, “Identified me at the hospital? You couldn’t have.”
“I think I know what I did Bummie.”
“No, I’ve had amnesia since the crash. I’ve been staying with the doctor that treated me.”
“What?”
“I just got back all my memories last night. I was just going to call you today, but I couldn’t wait to see you. So I came here the moment I woke up.”
“What?” I bring my hand up to my head and slowly start to rub my temples, closing my eyes in the process.
“Yeobo, maybe you should take a seat,” I feel Kibum’s arm wrap around my waist, while the other drapes my arm over his shoulder. I let him lead me to one of the stools. I rest my elbows on the counter and continue to rub my temples. I hear his footsteps walk away from me and a couple minutes later he’s beside me once again, “Here, drink this.”
I look up to see him holding out two pills and a glass of water to me. I smile at him before taking them both from his hands, “Thank you Bummie.”
“It’s nothing. I have to make sure my hubby is okay,” he kisses my cheek and I down the pills and water in one gulp. I place the glass back on the counter and he’s quick to pick it up, heading over to the sink to wash it.
I bow my head again, hoping that the medicine will take affect soon, my head was seriously pounding now. Then I see something shimmer and glint in the sunlight out of the corner of my head. I turn my head to see both the necklace and the ring on the counter as well as a piece of paper. I close my hand over the jewelry and pick up the paper with my other hand. Minho. Please read me. is all it says on the front, in a hand writing that I don’t recognize.
“Yeobo,” Kibum says once he’s by my side again. I move the stool back and he takes a seat on my lap, “What’s this?”
“I don’t know,” I open my hand to reveal the necklace and ring.
“OMO! My necklace! And this the ring you were telling me about?”
“Yeah,” I place the paper back on the counter along with the ring. I put the necklace on Kibum and he turns to look at me with a big smile on his mouth.
“I’m so glad to have this back,” his hand is clamped over the charm and he pecks me on the lips.
“What about this?” I hold up the ring, “You wanna wear this as well?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” he says to me, unable to control his smile at all. I know his cheeks are probably hurting right now. He holds out his left hand to me.
“You know what this means right?” I ask him as I slip the ring onto his finger.
“Yes. We are officially engaged now,” he wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me again, this time the kiss lasts a little bit longer. He pulls away first, resting his forehead against mine and we share another sweet smile, “But what is this?”
My attention is back to the paper I was holding just moments ago, “I have no idea. But whoever wrote it, wants me to read it.”
“Well then open it up and read it. Maybe it’s something important.”
“I don’t recognize this handwriting though. And I have no idea how it got on the counter.”
“Just open it already.”
“Okay,” I slowly unfold the piece of paper and begin to read the letter that is addressed to me.
A/N: I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A NICE SINGLES AWARENESS DAY! I MADE CUPPYCAKES!
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
GENRE: AU, Romance, a little angst, comedy
PAIRINGS: Minkey, 2min, Jongkey/Onkey (dunno haven't decided yet)
RATING: G-NC-17 (depending on chapter.. as always)
SUMMARY: You love me the way I've always wanted to be loved but I am merely just a stand in because he's still somewhere out there. The one who you truly love but but I'll take what I can get for now because I've fallen in love with you and you loved me because you gave me his face.
A/N: OH EM CHEESE!!! MIANHE FOR SUCH A LATE UPDATE! HAPPY BIRFDAY TO boondoks1 ! Umma is sorry that she's been slacking, but I was able to get this done before your birthday was over... Well at least in my timezone it's still your birfday. Sorry if this isn't the best chapter. I'm trying to set everything up. Can't believe this one will be coming to an end soon. Oh and just out of curiosity, who do you all want to end up together? 2min? Minkey? Jongkey? Jongyu? And one last thing, I entered shawol_haven 's challenge again. If you could go and vote for me that'd be great. THANKS! Onto the update!!!
CHAPTER TWELVE
I woke up in bed. I don’t remember getting up to go there, actually the last thing I remember is passing out on the kitchen floor. I shift around to face the clock that sits on the bedside table. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the glaring red numbers that are in front of me. It’s just after three in the morning. I wonder how long I’ve been out. I almost jump out of my skin when I hear someone mumble something behind me. I quickly sit up and turn to look at who it came from. I smile when I see that it’s just Jonghyun. He’s sleeping on top of the covers, curled into a ball to stay warm.
“Babo,” I curse him as I slip out of bed to go and grab an extra blanket from the hallway closet. He really was taking such good care of me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank him enough. Life definitely works in strange ways. Who would have thought I’d get so attached to someone I don’t know just because of his generosity. I start to think about what I’m going to do now that I have my full memory back. I can’t really just up and leave Jonghyun, never looking back. He’s been the only friend I’ve had since the crash. And an amazing friend at that. I don’t think I can just cut him out of my life now.
I let out a long, frustrated sigh as I make my way back to the room, blanket held tightly in my arms. I try to be as quiet as I possibly can as I drape the blanket over his shivering form. I really didn’t get why he didn’t just get under the covers with me. Silly boy. I smooth down his hair before turning back to the door. I was hungry since it seems that I had slept right through dinner and I also had some things that I needed to sort out.
I shuffle back out of the room, softly closing the door behind me as I make my way to the kitchen. I wasn’t in the mood for the dinner I had cooked earlier and opted for making a quick grilled cheese sandwich instead. I did my best to keep the noise down to a minimum. I didn’t want to wake Jonghyun. Between his job at the hospital and taking care of me, I’m sure he’s tired as hell. I pour myself a glass of iced tea, grabbing a bag of chips from the pantry as well before walking back to my sandwich. I glance over to the sliding door that led to the backyard. It was nice out tonight. Maybe a little fresh air will help me go through my thoughts. I walk over and grab the hoodie that was tossed over the recliner, returning to the kitchen to get my food. I slide open the door and step out into the crisp night air. I settle down in one of the chairs at the table that was situated on the patio.
I bring my legs up to my chest, open the bag of chips, and begin to nibble on one as I get lost in my thoughts. I silently curse myself for taking so long to remember Minho and the love that we share. I feel guilty that I forgot about him in the first place and that he was the last person that I ended up remembering. I wonder how he’s doing and if he knows that I’m alive. He must be worrying sick about me. I should call him, but it’s late. He has class in the morning. I’ll wait until then to call. His face flashes in my mind and I’m overcome with the urge to just go to him. I wanted to be in his arms again. I wanted to get one of his infamous forehead kisses that I told him I hated because it always messed up my hair, but secretly loved. I wanted to curl up in one of his old soccer jerseys and fall asleep on the couch together. I wanted Waffle Friday.
I break off a piece of my sandwich and begin to slowly eat it. I needed to figure out a way to let Jonghyun know that I was going back to Minho and my life that got put on hold suddenly. I just wanted to make sure he knows that I still want us to remain friends and how thankful I am for what he’s done for me. I was ready to get back to my life though. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I feel as though I’ve started a whole new life here with Jonghyun. I’m not sure if I’m ready to just walk away from it either.
“Argh,” I bring my hands up to my hair and ruffle it up in frustration. My head was starting to pound with all the thoughts that are currently filling it up. I had grown attached to Jonghyun and it was going to be weird not seeing him everyday. Cooking for him to make sure he eats properly, cleaning up after his mess, arguing with him about the stupidest things. I let out another long sigh. My life just got ten times more complicated. I bury my head in my knees and groan.
*~*
I woke up in the middle of the night with a blanket over me and no one beside me. I look around the dark room for any sign of Kibum, but found nothing. I wrap the blanket around me and stumble out of bed, getting tangled in the fabric causing me to fall to the floor. I grumble curses under my breath as I stand up and make my way for the door. I wonder where Kibum went. He’s probably in the kitchen, he did sleep right through dinner. I don’t bother turning on any lights, I know the layout of my home well enough to get through it with just moonlight.
“Ouch, shit,” I curse when I graze a corner as I turn into the kitchen. Okay, maybe I didn’t know the layout that well. I know he’s not in the kitchen the moment I step foot in it. I do know that he was there by the pan that was resting on the stove, I guess he wasn’t up for the pasta he had cooked earlier. I turn back around and scan the living room and he’s not there either. I wonder where he could have gone. That’s when I notice that the curtains for the sliding glass door that leads to the back yard are pushed aside. I make my way to the door and can see him sitting on one of the chairs at the table. His back is towards me so he doesn’t know I’m there. I slowly slide open the door and he still shows any signs of knowing my presence.
I’m glad that I still had the blanket wrapped around me when I step outside, it was kind of chilly out tonight. I slide the door close behind me and take a step towards Kibum. He looks like he’s deep in thought which would explain why he didn’t know I was there. I wonder what he’s thinking about.
“Argh,” he groans just before burying his head into his knees. This can’t be good. I wonder if he’s remembering something again. Although, he did tell me that he had gained back everything earlier tonight which is why he had passed out. I take the last few steps towards him, pulling out a chair and moving it so that it was right next to his. The scrape of the metal against wood caused him to lift his head. I give him a small wave before taking a seat. He just stares at me before going back to the position he was just in.
“You okay?” I ask, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“I’m fine,” he mumbles and shakes my hand off of him. A pout forms on my face for a second before I quickly brush it off. He was still probably just in shock over all his memories. I know I would be if I were him. I’ll just give him some space. I pull the blanket tighter around me and just sit there with him. I notice that the food he had made for himself earlier was barely touched and probably not very appetizing since they were probably cold.
“You wanna talk about it?” I finally ask him after a few minutes of complete silence.
“Not really.”
“You sure? I’m a good listener.”
He turns his head and looks at me. I give him a shy smile and wave again. He only groans louder before turning to face the other direction, “I don’t even know where to start.”
“You can start anywhere.”
“I’m confused.”
“Okay. That makes sense.”
“No, not about my memories.”
“Then what are you confused about.”
“I feel like I have two separate lives now. My life before the crash and my life after the crash.”
“Oh I see.”
“I mean, I’m happy to have all those memories back and to know who I am, but at the same time,” he pauses there and another frustrated groan leaves his mouth. I bring a hand up and start to rub his back, this time he lets me.
“Are you unsure of what to do now?”
“Kind of.”
“Well what are your choices. We’ll list out all the pros and cons and then you can decide from there.”
“I don’t think that method would work this time Jonghyun hyung.”
“Why not? It always works for me. Plus it helps to put all your thoughts in a nice organized list.”
“I have too many thoughts.”
“Well at least tell me what has you so conflicted with yourself? I mean you left a perfectly good grilled cheese sandwich to get cold as well as a big of chips.”
“Did you want it? You can have it.”
“That’s not the point Kibummie. The point is that you’re still recovering, so you shouldn’t be skipping meals. And whatever you have on your mind is occupying it so much that you can’t even think about eating. So that can’t be good.”
“I’m just confused about what I should do now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, do I just go back to my life before like none of this happened? Will it be easy for me to just go back to my life before? I’m not even sure where I should pick up. Part of me just wants to go on with the life I have now.”
My heart starts to beat faster after the last sentence he says. Does that mean he wants to stay here with me? Because if it does, then I surely won’t mind it at all. I like have him here. It’s nice to be able to come home to someone and not just an empty house. I never really put much thought into what I’m going to do when he finally leaves. Probably because it never really occurred to me that he would leave. I always thought he would just stay here with me because I need him here with me. But then again, I can’t really force him to stay. He had a life before he ever met me. A life that involved more people than just me. People he’s known longer than he’s known me. So could I really ask him to stay here and continue on with this life?
“I mean, it would be so much easier to just think of all these memories as just the part of the past. Something that I can just revisit from time to time when I want to. But then again, there are so many important people that I want to see and talk to again. And Minho, I’m sure he’s worried sick about me. I miss him.”
“Minho,” my head drops at the sound of that name, “So have you figured out what he is to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Who is he?”
“My fiancé.”
“Wh-what?” I choke on my spit.
“Yeah,” he says to me, looking up at the sky, “We’ve only been a couple for a little over a year, but I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with him and he feels the same.”
“Oh I see,” my heart is aching and I’m starting to have a hard time breathing, “So when’s the big day.”
“Not for at least another four years.”
“Oh?” I look at him and a little sliver of hope starts to form in my heart, “Why?”
“We agreed we’d get our lives in order first. Finish our degrees, get good jobs, that kind of stuff. Then again, I’m not sure if we’ll both be able to wait the four years now. I remember the last thing I thought of as the plane was making the emergency landing was him. His face was the last thing I saw before I passed out.”
“Oh I see.”
“Jonghyun hyung,” he looks at me and again I give him a shy smile.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me. I know that you didn’t have to do any of it. I could have been spending all this time in the hospital, but you brought me back to your house. And I think that’s the reason why I’ve recovered so fast.”
“It’s nothing Kibummie.”
“I know you’re just saying that. But this is your house and life we’re talking about here and the fact that you let a complete stranger in with no questions. I can’t thank you enough. You’ve been so kind and patient with me.”
“Really Bummie,” I grab his hand and squeeze it, “It was nothing. I would do it all over again if I had to.”
“I hope you know that I want us to continue being friends.”
“I’m not going to let you just drop me that easily Kibummie. You’re stuck with me for life.”
“Well I’ve always wanted a dinosaur ever since I was a kid,” we both laugh and it lightens the air between us.
*~*
I flip over in bed and reach out to grab Kibum, but all I get is a cold pillow. I feel around the bed and come up with nothing but sheets and pillows. I slowly open my eyes and blink a few times, getting used to the morning light before I take in the space beside me. He’s not there and by the feel of the cold sheets, he hasn’t been there in awhile. I sit up in bed and stretch out my arms, looking around the room for any sign of my fiancé. A frown starts to form on my face when again, I can’t see any indication that he was here at all. I throw the covers off me and pull on a pair of sweats before I leave my room.
“Bummie,” I call out once I’m in the hallway. Perhaps, he was just in the kitchen making breakfast, but I didn’t hear the usual slamming of cabinet doors or the sound of a frying pan sizzling. I didn’t smell anything cooking either. I was starting to get worried again. He can’t have run away again, not after I gave him the ring last night. I mean I know I put it on his finger while he was sleeping, but still.
“Bummie,” I call out again when I reach the kitchen/living room. I look around me and still there’s nothing that tells me that he’s in the apartment anymore. He’s not here. I know it. I knew it the moment I woke up, I didn’t feel him at all in my apartment. Where could he have gone? Please tell me he just ran to the store real quick to pick up some breakfast for us. Deep down, I know that that isn’t the case. He’s gone, again and I have no idea where he could be.
I slump and let out a long sigh as I start to make my way to the living room. Where could you have gone Kibum? Why would you just leave me like that? I thought we had settled everything last night. I was just about to pass the door to my apartment and the next thing I know I’m on the ground, with someone on top of me.
“Ugh,” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut as a sharp pain shoots through my back. My lower back throbbing from where I had hit the floor and from the added weight in that section.
“Minho,” comes a familiar voice right before I feel the person start to kiss me all over my face, “I missed you so much yeobo.”
I open my eyes and am greeted by the most beautiful sight ever. Kibum was leaning over me, the soft morning sunlight hitting his face just right. He looked like an angel to me and a big smile crossed my face, “Baby.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeats over and over again as he continues to kiss me all over my face.
“I love you too Bummie,” I laugh and finally grab hold of his face, stopping his kisses. I can feel faint traces of his saliva on my face. We just stare at one another for what seems like forever, our eyes having a silent conversation of their own.
“I’ve missed you yeobo,” he shakes my hands off his face and lays down on me, resting his head underneath my chin.
“I’ve been here the whole time,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his slim waist. He hums into my neck before kissing me again. I’m a little thrown off by his actions, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to complain. For the first time since the airplane crash, I actually feel like this is the Kibum that I know and love. There was something about him before that was a little off, not that I was bothered by it, I actually kind of liked it.
I kiss him on the top of his head and he looks up at me, “I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve been together,” he tells me.
“Have you really missed me that much?”
“Uh huh,” his lips are connected to mine before I can even respond. A small moan escapes my mouth when he starts to nibble on my bottom lip. I don’t give into him though, keeping my mouth shut as we continue to make out, “Yeobo.”
“Hm?”
“Open up,” he mumbles against my mouth before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it gently. I just let out a laugh before opening my mouth to him, his tongue darting in the moment I give him access. I quickly clamp my mouth down before he can start to explore my mouth and begin to suck on his tongue.
“Mm,” he moans, hands beginning to roam over my bare chest as I bring mine down to his ass to give it a gentle squeeze. Something isn’t right though. I can’t put my finger on it, but something doesn’t seem right at all. My mind starts to focus more on that nagging feeling than our kiss. Then it hits me all of sudden and I pull away from him. He looks down at me with a pout and I grab his left hand. I bring it up to my face and stare at it, “What’s wrong yeobo?”
“The ring.”
“What?”
“The ring. I put a ring on your finger last night while you were sleeping,” I look into his eyes, “Where is it?”
“What ring?”
“Your engagement ring,” I sit up and stand both of us up, “Please don’t tell me you lost it already.”
“What engagement ring,” he’s looking at me with confusion.
I shake my head, “Quit playing Bummie. I specifically remember placing that ring on your finger last night. I was going to wait until we were at least halfway through our degree, but I couldn’t. Not after what we’ve been through since the crash.”
I turn away from him and walk back towards the kitchen, “Yeobo.”
“Where did you put it?” I was starting to get a little angry. I had just given the ring to him just hours ago and he already took it off. Not to mention he was acting like none of it ever happened.
“Yeobo,” he grabs my arm and turns me to face him, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I stare down at him and that’s when I notice that he isn’t wearing the necklace either, “Where’s your necklace?”
He brings his arm up to his neck before hanging his head, “I don’t know. I remember having it on the plane and that’s all. I have no idea what happened to it since then. I’m so sorry yeobo. I didn’t mean to lose it, I promise.”
“What are you talking about? You had the necklace in your hand when I identified you at the hospital,” my head was starting to hurt. Nothing was making sense to me. It was like we were on two completely different pages of completely different chapters.
“Wait, what?” the confusion on his face seems to be building up. I know he has no idea what I’m talking about, “Identified me at the hospital? You couldn’t have.”
“I think I know what I did Bummie.”
“No, I’ve had amnesia since the crash. I’ve been staying with the doctor that treated me.”
“What?”
“I just got back all my memories last night. I was just going to call you today, but I couldn’t wait to see you. So I came here the moment I woke up.”
“What?” I bring my hand up to my head and slowly start to rub my temples, closing my eyes in the process.
“Yeobo, maybe you should take a seat,” I feel Kibum’s arm wrap around my waist, while the other drapes my arm over his shoulder. I let him lead me to one of the stools. I rest my elbows on the counter and continue to rub my temples. I hear his footsteps walk away from me and a couple minutes later he’s beside me once again, “Here, drink this.”
I look up to see him holding out two pills and a glass of water to me. I smile at him before taking them both from his hands, “Thank you Bummie.”
“It’s nothing. I have to make sure my hubby is okay,” he kisses my cheek and I down the pills and water in one gulp. I place the glass back on the counter and he’s quick to pick it up, heading over to the sink to wash it.
I bow my head again, hoping that the medicine will take affect soon, my head was seriously pounding now. Then I see something shimmer and glint in the sunlight out of the corner of my head. I turn my head to see both the necklace and the ring on the counter as well as a piece of paper. I close my hand over the jewelry and pick up the paper with my other hand. Minho. Please read me. is all it says on the front, in a hand writing that I don’t recognize.
“Yeobo,” Kibum says once he’s by my side again. I move the stool back and he takes a seat on my lap, “What’s this?”
“I don’t know,” I open my hand to reveal the necklace and ring.
“OMO! My necklace! And this the ring you were telling me about?”
“Yeah,” I place the paper back on the counter along with the ring. I put the necklace on Kibum and he turns to look at me with a big smile on his mouth.
“I’m so glad to have this back,” his hand is clamped over the charm and he pecks me on the lips.
“What about this?” I hold up the ring, “You wanna wear this as well?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” he says to me, unable to control his smile at all. I know his cheeks are probably hurting right now. He holds out his left hand to me.
“You know what this means right?” I ask him as I slip the ring onto his finger.
“Yes. We are officially engaged now,” he wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me again, this time the kiss lasts a little bit longer. He pulls away first, resting his forehead against mine and we share another sweet smile, “But what is this?”
My attention is back to the paper I was holding just moments ago, “I have no idea. But whoever wrote it, wants me to read it.”
“Well then open it up and read it. Maybe it’s something important.”
“I don’t recognize this handwriting though. And I have no idea how it got on the counter.”
“Just open it already.”
“Okay,” I slowly unfold the piece of paper and begin to read the letter that is addressed to me.
A/N: I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A NICE SINGLES AWARENESS DAY! I MADE CUPPYCAKES!