where the heart lies
pg - 13 | changmin/jessica | 464w
- wherein jessica has finally returned.
She is greeted with the scene of him strumming his guitar. He is wearing her favourite blue and white checked shirt, along with beige pants. He continues strumming, a warm and inviting tune, a song she has never heard of, as if it’s not at all surprising that his apartment has been, somewhat, broken into. A smile crosses her face, her eyes lighting up. Under the dim lighting, he glows. His sharp jawline accentuated by the angle at which the light shines on him, his dark brown hair highlighted at certain points.
“What was that?”
Her question rings loudly in the air, long after the last note lingered for a moment longer than intended. He looks up, taking in the woman before him. She hasn’t changed much. Her hair is still the same colour, her face still as flawless. Porcelain-like skin. Slender limbs. Exquisite aura. Subtle authority. Gentle kindness. Jessica.
“Nothing really. Improvisation. I was thinking of you.”
He laughs softly as she giggles, hiding her face in her hand as she blushes a light rosy red. He places his guitar on the bed. Takes large strides towards her, pulling her fragile frame against his secure, protective one. His hand cradles her neck, an arm draped around her waist.
“You’re finally home,” he whispers breathlessly, as if she’s knocked the air out of him. “I’ve missed you so much.”
She nods silently, acknowledging his words, saying none of her own, just as she has always been. Before he knows it, she takes both his hands and lead him towards the bed, gingerly pressing him down beside her. This time, both arms circle the circumference of her abdomen. He presses his lips to her forehead, his signature gesture, their way of saying I love you.
“Changmin-ah, are you mad at me?” He knows she’s referring to the fact that she left without a trace (nothing but a letter, which stated I’ll be going away for a while. I’ll be back, I promise.) for three whole years.
“Of course not. I would never be. All that matters is that you’re home now. And I still love you.”
She feels the butterflies in her stomach fluttering, her heart soaring, her breath quickening. He doesn’t seem to notice, just holds her tighter against his chest, his coarse skin against the smoothness of hers. Once again, she is reminded of the amount of overwhelming love she feels for him. It is at this moment that she finally understands what true love is, the kind that never changes. Ever.
Her eyelids droop a little, and she is dangerously close to falling asleep, but not before the words of a second whisper of the night is heard.
“Welcome back, Jessica.”
And that, in essence, is perfect just the way it is.