“Hahaha… we were
crazy back then, Dujunahh.” I patted his right hand. I sat with my legs
straight under the table, on the carpet, in the living room. Dujun was lying
there while put his head on my lap. My laptop was on, on the table in front of
us. “People kept taking picture of us.” I sighed. “Why you didn’t stop me?” I
started to nag. “How about it will create a huge scandal of us?” I asked,
looked at his eyes. He looked back at me while chuckled. His hand reached my
bang, and ruffled it.
“Let it be.” He
said. My eyes widened.
“Are you
serious?” I toyed his bang. “I think those photos are already uploaded online.”
I sighed, tried to surf the internet, and hoped not to find out our hugging
photos in the market.
“Of course they
have uploaded it online.” He said. “There were bunch of girls screamed in the
market back then when you hugged me.” He laughed.
“Ahh, I was
crazy… crazy… mietcheo…” I hit my own
head. Dujun stopped it by holding my hand. “Sorry? Ehm…” I pecked his cheek. He
cupped my cheeks and made it closer to his face… and slightly kissed my lips, a
peck. I blushed. My cheeks got red.
“Hahaha… you are
blushing now.” He laughed, and let my face go. He stared back at his tablet. “And
now you keep staring at me that it may create a hole in my handsome face…” He
chuckled. I turned my face fast to the laptop.
“Who keeps
staring at you?” I yelled, “Over confident, huh!”
“I missed your
nagging.” He suddenly said, while his head moved a little on my lap, he put his
tablet on the carpet, and his both hands moved to my waist. Like a little boy,
he shut his eyes and shook his head in to my stomach, lingered his hands on my
waist, and gripped it while rolled his body. I stroked his hair. I heard him sobbing. His shoulders were up and
down on my lap. “I don’t care with any kind of scandals about us. I just want
to tell the world that I love you, I want you, and I need you. I want all of
them know it.” He said. Without realizing it, I could feel what he felt right
now, I shed tears.
“Ssst…,” I
whispered to him, caressed his cheek. My shirt got wet because of his tears. I
couldn’t help but crying too. I kissed his cheek. “Let’s face it together,
dear.” I said to his ear. He hugged my waist tightly. Both of us were sobbing
and moaning.
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“Yes, hyung, araseo.” Dujun talked through the
phone with his manager. I kept staring at my pc monitor. I couldn’t take my
eyes off of it. Our photos were just everywhere in the online search. And the
search engine was filled with ‘Dujun’, ‘hug’, ‘girlfriend’, and ‘market’.
“It’s everywhere…”
I murmured. Dujun walked toward me. He sat beside me.
“Let’s face it
together.” He gripped my wrist made me stand up from my seat.
“What will you
do, Dujun-ahh?” I didn’t know what really happened, I wiped my tears, and just
followed him to the door. He remained silent and just led me in the front.
Now, I would
follow him to the end. I trust him. I would let him lead me.
If this were what
people called as love, I believed by trusting him, I could face everything
together with him.
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(to be cont)
WHAT WILL DUJUN DO?
