Farewell
Notes : /blushes/ This is actually a dream I had where Dongwoo was my boyfriend. I dont even know why though, I stan Hoya but he has been in my dream twice. And this time I can't help but to write it out because the feeling was just... too sweet. So yeah. I can't think of any suitable title (not that this is an actual fanfic either lol) but it feels like I'm leaving the place and that's how it goes. yada yada yeah.
"Dongwoo it's okay we can share the couch though." I mutter, but Dongwoo ignores me completely, as he lays the comforter on the floor next to the couch he has made like a bed.
For me.
"You're my girl, you have to be here." He pats the blanket covered couch, and smiles. That angelic smile he always shows me, with nothing he hides. Then he settles on the floor that's only covered with the thin comforter and let the thin blanket covers his body. I can't help but to be struck by a sense of guilt.
I'm going far, but he still takes me here. I'm going to leave him here alone but he still takes care of me.
Dongwoo probably notices my silence as I lie down on the couch. He takes my hand, his fingers slip through the gaps of my fingers and playfully pulls them closer to his chest. I squeeze his fingers and he chuckles mildly, and then he softly rubs his thumb over my knuckles. I let him hold my hand, because I like it as much as he does. The feeling of connection when his fingertips move against my palm, and the security that flows within every grasp he applies on his hold.
Then he pinches the back of my hand and I scowl in pain.
"Yah what's that for..." I pout, as I glare daggers at him. Playfully, of course.
"Sorry.." He just laughs, before he lifts his head and kissed my hand, cooing me in process with his lips jutting. When will I ever get over with his charm. I look at him and he stares back at me, but I notice his droopy eyes and the effort he's putting in to stay awake. Seriously, he's obviously tired and I could only roll my eyes at his attempt to cover that up.
"Go to sleep, Dongwoo.." I say, as I grip for the last time before I let his hand go, and rub his chest. It feels great, I always love his broad chest, and he always love it when I lull him to sleep by doing that. With some soft pats, his hand that was holding mine just now falls onto my hand that is just lying there on top of his chest. I see him biting his lips, he clearly doesn't want to sleep, I can see that.
"Sleep Dong--"
"No." He cuts me, and he sits upright out of sudden. Before I could say anything, he pulls me towards him and locks me in his tight embrace. I can't say I didn't expect this but it is still shocking. He's been acting weirdly today.
But I know why.
He rests his chin on my shoulder as I bend lower, to fit in his hug. I hold onto him equally tight as he does, and let my nose inhales the sweet scent of his that I always love. The scent that I'll miss the most. I grab his sweatshirt in my fist, trying to control the juggling emotion that is growing and mixing up inside me.
"You'll be gone tomorrow. I can't waste the night sleeping." He whispers into my ears, and I can hear the tremble at the end of his tone. His grip on my waist gets tighter, and I know.
He needs to cry.
For the last time, I need to cry as well. So I hold onto him tighter, and let my tears running silently, falling onto his shoulder. And I know, he's letting his tears fall onto mine too.