Seventeen Imagines.

We are liars.

"Do you love me?", I said while our foreheads are attached to each other.

"Of corse.", he answered and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Then why do you never say you love me?", again I asked him as a drop of bitter tear fell down my cheek.

He smiled weakly and wiped my tears using his thumb, "Saying that isn't enough, princess.....I'll rather show you."

We've been married for 2 years now but never even once my own husband said he love me. Although our marriage was arranged by our parents, I'm in love with him and about him, I don't know. Whenever I asked him if loves me, he always answered 'yes' but never 'I love you'.

'Wonwoo-ah....is it really that hard to say you love me or did you never love me??'
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"Wonwoo, do you love me?", when I asked him again, all he did was giving me his beautiful smile and nodded his head.
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"Do you love me?",

"Yes, princess.".
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Everyday, I asked him everyday but he never said the words I wanted to hear. I thought one day I'll definitely hear those words from him, no matter how long it'll take him, but I guess I was wrong. It may not happen.

"Have you told your husband about this, Y/N?", my doctor said and I just shook my head.

She sighed and said,"You should tell him Y/N, this isn't something you can hide. You'll regret it later."

I didn't say anything and stared at my medical report that says...3 months left to live.

'I-I'am a heart patient whose number of days to live had been confirmed and determined....how am I gonna say this to him? I am not ready.'

"Doc, there isn't any possibility that I'll survive, right?", I asked her with no hope in my voice.

"There is.....if we find the right match heart for you."

"Can you find it? Is it that difficult?"

"Yes it is difficult. Y/N, we've been searching for months  but we can't find it, other than his...."

"Doctor, please stop mentioning that."

Wonwoo's heart is a match for me. So far, only his can save my life. But why will I survive that way? I will rather die than use his heart.
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"Hey, what's with the long face?", Wonwoo asked as he sat next to me on the couch.

'Shall I tell him? No...I can't.'

"Nothing. I was just missing you.", I lied again.

"I missed you too.", he said and lay down on my lap. I looked at his face and thought of leaving him one day came to me. I felt like crying but I hold my tears.

"Do you love me?", again, I asked him hoping I'll hear the words I wanted. But.....

"Umm-hmm.", he just mumbled and nodded his head, like always. I let out a sad chuckle and stroke his hair.

'Will I never hear it? Never?'.
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2 months had passed and my health is getting worse. My chest pain so much, it tighten, my breath shorten, I feel numb, weak and cold. But I still do my best not to show him. He will be mad if he found out about this, he will surely hate me for not telling him. But I wanna spend this short period of my life seeing him smile and happy, I don't want to worry him, I'm going to die anyway.