"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
"Expect the best, plan for the worst, and prepare to be surprised."
- Denis Waitley
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Janhae woke up around noon, the smell of Sing's after-shave caressed her senses, as she felt Sing's slow breath on her neck and his arms firmly around her waist. He was still asleep. Thank God, she thought, he needed it.
When she opened the door only a few minutes after five in the morning and saw Sing tiredly smiling at her, the weight of the whole world that she felt as if she was carrying suddenly disappeared replaced by the relief engulfing her body.
Her tender fingers wrapped around Sing's wrist, she was pulling him inside and dragging him upstairs, loudly shutting the door behind them not carrying whether she would wake up her parents or not.
She threw herself around Sing's neck, smiling so hard her jaw was starting to hurt. "You are out, you are out, you are out," she was repeating over and over again, her hot breath, tickling Sing's cheek. His hands slide around, sitting firmly at the crook of her spine, his lips pressing softly on her hair, "are you okay? I'm sorry about what happened, I didn't want to scare you."
Janhae pulled away, her hands squeezing Sing's shoulders, "you get arrested again—I'm filing for a divorce!"
"What divorce?" Sing chuckled, "we aren't even married."
Janhae tilted her chin upwards, her eyes narrowing slightly, "in my books we are!" but then her features softened as she caressed Sing's sunken cheek, "you look tired. What have they done to you?
Sing wasn't sure that he was really listening to what was Janhae saying, his attention was captivated by those dark hazel eyes, by the worry mixed with relief covered in the sparkles of having Sing back that was shining the light on her inner thoughts—how she demanded the answers, how she wasn't planning to let it go until the fire burns down everything and everyone who dared to put a crack into their happiness.
Janhae was like a calming breeze that gently caresses your cheeks during a hot summer day, but that breeze can just as easily spread a fire that burns way more than a hot summer day.
Sing loved that about her. He loved how gentle she was and yet how she could destroy him in a blink of an eye. There was something thrilling about it. But Sing was never worried about himself. He was more worried about people who decide to cross her—like now.
He gave Janhae a reassuring smile and shrugged, "nothing much, they just kept me in fucking disgusting cell and then wanted to interrogate me but Earth's friend stepped in."
Janhae's body relaxed, her squeeze on Sing's shoulders wasn't so tight anymore, "I'm so glad it worked. Henry must really be as good as Earth said."
"You met Earth?"
Janhae nodded, sitting down on her bed, "he was there when I went to Mix."
