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song for this chapter: hozier - cherry wine
"Her eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns like rum on a fire,"
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE use me, because i was only ever yours to be used.
"Hwa Young," His voice was feeble, wavering with every bit of uneasiness that bubbled within him, originating at his stomach then moving upwards to shake at his heart. It was just that he felt undeniably overwhelmed at the sudden wave of emotions that had hit him— simply forcing a spontaneous reaction onto him that he couldn't refuse even with a second thought.
Everything seemed to align. The stars shone bright that night, the overhead street lights seemed to illuminate only the prettiest features of Hwa Young— which arguably was every single detail of the woman, and the snow was an enchanting spell that pulled the man to succumb to her very beck and call.
The house they looked at today, and had agreed upon, was utterly stunning. It had enough space to fit two forever growing hearts.
The banter they share always ceases to amuse Renjun. Invoking the most active of butterflies in his stomach.
And just the look of Hwa Young was breathtaking.
There was no better time than the present, and as he called her name ever so sweetly, she answered back a just as sugary tone. "Yes?"
"I have to tell you something," He told, running his thumb gently over the ridges of her knuckles— hand still in his.
Hwa Young's gulped nervously, the apples of her cheeks reddening with the harsh cold of the first snow fall, and the thoughts that whirled around that imaginative head of hers. "What is it?" She asked, on the edge of her seat.
