Parties Are For Losers (Cheong-san x Gwi-nam)

Chrysanthemum: Confession in the language of flowers

He parks in a field.

"Isn't it pretty?" He asks.

His dreamy face and expectant look make me grin.

"Really pretty." Sure, there were flowers and grass so green it made your heart warm.

But his face of content was even more beautiful.

As he opens the door for me and I climb out, I keep my eyes on him.

He flops down onto the grass. "I come here when I'm bored of city sights and sounds. I also..planned to bring you here once I found out that all those red flowers around us are Chrysanthemums. Red chrysanthemums mean a love confession in the language of flowers, you know."

I laid down next to him, smiling at the unexpected, yet sweet information he had just given me. "It's a pretty place. How did you find it?"

He closes his eyes, tilting his face to the sun.

"I was running from some assholes who used to bully me in junior high and stumbled into here." He grins at the memory.

"Used to be pretty damn good at running."

"I would beat someone up if they mess with you now." I looked at him.

He opens his eyes and meets my eyes. "Yeah? Well, baby, you'll be happy to know that no one bothers anymore."

I climbed on top of him and buried my face in his neck. "I love you and I hope that no one ever messes with you ever again."

He smiles and kisses me. "I love you too. Do you want to know a secret?" I nodded earnestly.

"You were the reason I stayed alive through high school." My face flushes.

"What?"

"Not to sound like a stalker or anything like that, but..I've liked you for a real long time, baby. But I didn't ask you out because you didn't know me. But I dreamed..that someday you would know and love me. And that's what kept me going. That fantasy was my lifeline." He pauses.

"Although..we're here together because I drunkenly asked you out and you said yes." His grin is mischievous.

"You were hot and I was heartbroken. Of course I'd have said yes. And I regret absolutely nothing." I run my thumbs along his neck.

"You're afraid, to commit, right?" He asks, eyes on me.

"A little." I answer honestly.

He rears up and kisses me, pressing me closer with a hand on my neck.

The pure emotion in his kiss scared me. Was I ready to commit to this, to him?

"I hope you will not be afraid anymore someday. But I'll be waiting for you when the time comes. Don't run away until then." 

I was doubting myself.

Was I ready to love someone else when it was hard enough to love myself?

But then I looked into his eyes.

I might never be ready..but he'll always be there for me to lean on when I'm not sure.

Because he loves me. And I love him. We are young, and we are stupid.

But we have each other.

"Okay. I'll be here with you until that day and forever after that."