The Show Must Go On

27

"what are you doing here?" 

I jumped on my place when someone touched the small of my back while watching the sun kissing the sea. We're on a yacht, in the middle of no where. I am afraid of water, especially the ocean. Aside from not knowing how to swim, ocean is making me ovethink things. Like, what if this yacht would sink? Who would save me? Who would save us? 

When I recovered, I glared at jungkook who's stopping himself from smiling. He looked at my off shoulder top and high waited short and back to my eyes. 

"I just want to relax, and moonbin offered me to come." I answered and leaned on the railings again. 

"I'm sure moonbin had a difficult time to make you say yes.." he muttered and stood beside me. "so, what are you planning?" 

I faced him immediately and I saw him smiling. How did he know that? 

"I'm telling you, sieon has nothing to do with it." he defended her again.

"you're not sure of that." I argued. 

He just shrugged his shoulders and looked at the sun, almost sinking. Its color was reflecting on his eyes. 

"I wish our lives could be this peaceful." he suddenly muttered. 

Yeah, no big waves. We're just floating out of no where. It lightens our mood. I feel so light. 

"but we chose how we will live our lives, we chose our dreams, and part of it is being in a controlling world, where their comments matter." 

Slowly, I felt his warm hand enveloped mine. He spread my fingers and made it intertwined with his. 

"I love you.." he whispered. But it's full of pain. "I love how we first met, I love how I walked into your life, how I fell inlove with you, I love how my heart flutters everytime I see you smiling and holding my hand." 

The color of the sky became so dark, symbolizing that the night is almost here. 

" I believe in fate and destiny. I believe that we're fated to meet, destined to love each other, but we have choices to do. " 

He started caressing my hand to make it warmer. 

"I chose my career, more than to love. The only choice I regret all my life." 

I looked down to the ocean beneath us. It's also reflecting the mix of orange, red , pink and yellow colors from the sky. 

"because letting you go, means I might not have you back-" 

"because you're not accepting me back." I cut him off 

He nodded. "maybe because, we're not really meant to have each other." 

I opened my mouth so I could breathe easily. 

"In a hundred lifetimes, I'd choose you. I'd find you in any versions of reality."  he let go of my hand, and cold started creeping inside me again. 

"is this lifetime doesn't include in that hundred lifetimes?" I whispered. Enough  for him to hear it. 

"I said, I'd choose and find you, that doesn't mean you'd choose me back." 

He's being vague. What does he mean by that? I'm not choosing him? It's always been him! 

He sighed. "let's enjoy our remaining days here."