[FANFIC] "I DON'T KNOW LOVE" part 16

“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?