Fire and Ice | Moonsun | Wheebyul

The Confession

"Do you remember the first time you told me you love me?" Yongsun asked, finally breaking the silence that settled in the air between her and Moonbyul.

"What are you getting at, Yong?" Moonbyul sighed. She just wants her much-needed rest, but with Yongsun asking these kinds of questions, she might not get it soon enough.

"Do you?" Yongsun asked insistingly, ignoring the other girl's question. She wanted to talk about it now, otherwise, she might never have the chance to. "I do." she answered her own question; not sure if Moonbyul was willing to participate in the conversation so she continued. "I remember so clearly when you told me you love me." The thought of it brought a smile to her face instantly.

Oh, how she wishes she could turn back time just to replay that moment a hundred times.

Moonbyul's grip on the car wheel tightened. She's not sure if it is a good idea to let the conversation flow in the direction that Yongsun wants to.

"Well, do you remember laughing it off? And saying that I don't really love you?" the silver-haired girl questioned, she herself was surprised at the bitterness that laced her voice. Her facial expression didn't give away anything of what was going through her mind. But anyone paying attention would notice the pain behind her words.

"Yes." Yongsun chuckled humorlessly. "I did." The other girl didn't know how much she regretted it now. "I also remember that you kissed me right after."

"I did kiss you." Moonbyul confirmed.

Yongsun nods.

Moonbyul kissed her then. She remembers how when the girl pulled away she was smiling. She remembers how Byul didn't mind when Yongsun couldn't say it back.

She remembers.

"You were so confident then." Yongsun said - not that she thinks Moonbyul isn't confident now.

But back then, the only thing that mattered to Moonbyul was for Yongsun to feel that she really loved her. It only mattered that Yongsun believed her.

She remembers. Everything. And it makes her heart race and ache at the same time.

She remembers, and how she wishes she could forget. Because maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much. Maybe if she forgets, she wouldn't love Moonbyul this much. Maybe.

Because what hurts more than not knowing what could've been?

"I'm still that same person." Moonbyul stated, knowing the implications of what Yongsun just said. "But I can also clearly remember saying that I love you and kissing you, again and again. And I remember you rejecting the idea every single fucking time." Moonbyul recounts as she stopped the engine, realizing that they were in front of the Thornhill gates. Yongsun's residence.

And Yongsun remembers how every kiss felt. How it felt like there was a hurricane inside her stomach. She remembers how much of a mess she becomes after it.

"It's hard not to lose confidence in myself -in us - with the number of times that you rejected me." If it wasn't for the lack of tears, Yongsun would've thought that Moonbyul was crying. "Until I've accepted that you don't see me that way." Moonbyul continued.

Yongsun huffs in the air, indicating to Byul that Yongsun is irritated and frustrated at the same time.

"Everytime we're drunk. Everytime you're drunk." Yongsun adds, as if that information is something vital to those moments.