Love Without Love

seventeen →

Bird song had reached my ears, and it had me thinking either the window was open or it was morning. I rolled over in the bed, my body successfully hitting something. Of course I did know it was someone, and this someone was my sweetheart. My eyes weren't ready to open yet, so I blindly reached over for him. He grabbed a hold of my hands, and helped me wrap them around him. I smiled sleepily, since there was no other way. He let out a small noise, similar to a groan before turning to look at me. He always said stupid things, like I was beautiful when I first woke up, just like I was beautiful everyday. He always said he didn't know if he was dreaming when he woke up beside me, and I always hid from him in that moment. Yugyeom always knew what to say, when to say it and how to.

"Good morning babe." He murmured under his breath, moving his hand up and gently tucking locks of hair away behind my ear for me. It was rare we got to stay in bed together after sleeping. We always had work to do, since we didn't live together yet. We didn't want to move too fast, though we lived on the same street anyways.

"Morning oppa." My voice in the morning wasn't nearly as enchanting as his, since he sounded raspy and I sounded as if I had been choking on an eraser for the past hour. He smiled, and for a second I thought he would make fun of my voice. But he didn't and instead he leant forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then to my nose.

"Do you have school?" Was all I said, in-between the soft kisses to my face. I opened my eyes to look a him, and it was a nice sight. His hair was tousled, and it wasn't that cute pink anymore. Though I missed it, it was nice like this. Dark brown, since the pink faded and he had just let his original hair colour grow back. His eyes were half lidded, as if he was fighting to stay awake in this very moment. The smile he wore was very slow, and it was still amazing. My life was amazing, because I knew I would wake up everyday and he was mine.

He nodded, closing his eyes to kiss my lips. I leaned into his touch, smiling against his lips as they gently pressed against mine.

"School, because it's a Friday. But then this weekend, i'll be able to stay with you for as long as we want."

He always said stupid cheesy lines, and I still absolutely loved it.

Then Yugyeom got out of bed, leaving me in the sheets, that were now creased and lacking in warmth. I pouted to myself, rolling over and nuzzling my nose into it. This was the one thing I didn't like, that the time we spent together wasn't real time. It was just sleeping and sitting around. Of course his company meant the whole world to me, so it was never bad. But I wanted something a little more. I had the dream man, all I needed was the dream relationship. Not everything can go right for me though, and I am so thankful. Thankful I woke up today, and that I woke up next to him.

"I'll bring you coffee later oppa. Just tell me where your class is." I mumbled, half asleep when I came up with that plan. It was something I did all the time, bought him a snack and delivered it when his school was done. He hummed in response, busy fixing his hair in the mirror as he then stripped himself of a shirt. I watched quietly, blinking my eyes slowly as he slipped the grey shirt over his body. Yugyeom always dressed casually for school, and it always amazed me how gorgeous he could look at seven in the morning.

"I'll text you, hm?" He said, turning to me and wandering over. While he was taking his steps, I managed to sit up and was watching him through tired eyes.

"Okay, i'll probably be at home all day."

He leaned down, and captured my lips again.

In a sweet, sweet kiss.

Now it was early in the afternoon, roughly three. I had just finished getting ready. It took me ages to find a shirt to match my shoes, which was funny, because when I was younger I didn't care about any of that. Now I was walking down the street, my handbag perched on my shoulder by the strap. I didn't look at my phone, as it was tucked away in my jean pocket and I was too occupied with observing life around me. It was something art taught me. I should always be looking, seeing, feeling and interpreting. It was good advice, because you learn things about people, about how they respond, and how beautiful life can really be.

I grabbed onto the handle of the door and pulled it open quickly, my breath catching itself as I stayed silent. It was a tiny cafe I wandered into. I hadn't been here, but had heard good things about the drinks and food. While staring at the menu, I hadn't taken a look at most of the things surrounding me. So I took a look. Couples, windows, seats, stools, cookies, and the baristas working. I walked up when it was my turn, still glued to the menu as I was ordering.

"One coffee, and one caramel latte." Then I looked down to take out my wallet, and heard a familiar laugh. I didn't know who from, so I looked up. I stopped my gaze at his hands. Long fingers, each of them had an arrow etched into them with ink.

"Oppa?" I looked up at him, and he was smiling at me.

My breath caught in my throat.

I just relapsed.

Jaebum is my relapse.

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a/n : uh oh.

jaebum oppa!!!!!!

also also. not drug relapse. //imeanifjbsthedrugthen c:

more like ; a return to a former state, especially after apparent improvement.

meaning. when yujin was happy with yugyeom after all this mess, she is starting to fall back into the habit of looking at jb with affection-

surprise. < 3