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A story where your boyfriend is your wingman.
Time was like a ticking time bomb for Wu Jaehyun, and every passing moment he could feel himself drift further away from his only source of happiness, his girlfriend.
He wanted things to be...
"Sometimes, memories are the reasons why we can't move on."
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The dinner was rather awkward if you asked me. Nobody but Taehee was really interested into engaging into any types of conversation, and I was rather glad that she kept the atmosphere bearable. Sunghoon didn't utter a single word till our drive back home, and it actually was understandable by all.
I heaved a sigh, rubbing the lotion over my skin absentmindedly, my eyes set on the lamp beside Taehee's bed. Today's events.. they made me realise how much I didn't know about Sunghoon. In fact, his past and background was a clean slate for me. And our future too seemed like a hazy picture to me, I was irritated of not being assured. We both loved each other, but we weren't dating yet. I wasn't ready for a relationship, he knew that. Or was I?
Huffing, I got up from my bed, making sure I was quiet enough in my actions as to not wake Taehee up. Tip-toeing towards the door, I stepped outside the room. With one last glance at her asleep figure, I closed the door gently, my lips folded inwards and my breathing stilled as if that would make any noise. You never know.
I turned around, squinting my eyes around the dimmed out living area of our suite, my eyes then landing upon the garden slides. It was too dark for me to even make out the furniture layouts with the blinds closed, and it wasn't as if I had memorized the pathways either.
I firmly held the white curtain, opening it slightly as to let moonlight in the room. However, it surprised me to see a figure crouched down near the bushes. The sound of the door sliding open attracted his attention, as he turned around to look at me.
"What are you doing here? It's past midnight," I said, my voice soft and quiet as I sat down beside him. Sunghoon exhaled, looking at me for a moment before he directed his gaze up at the vast stretch of the sky.
The atmosphere here was clean and fresh, unlike the city's night sky. One could be struck by the beauty of the twinkling stars plastered against the black blanket of the sky, the bright, crescent moon being the prime attraction of the night.
"I could ask the same to you," He said, chuckling breathlessly as his hand reached up to remove the hood of his black sweatshirt.
"I couldn't sleep. And I think you and I, we both know the reason very well, yeah?" I wrapped my fingers around his hand. His hand was cold, unlike the warmth it never failed to provide. His silence was pushing me further towards the depths of guilt I had drowned myself in that evening.
Even though both I and Jaehyun were unaware of Sunghoon's feelings, we both did hurt him a lot during the process.
My grip on his hand tightened as I rescinded the evening, "Sunghoon, I'm sorry—"
