𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀 | 𝙏𝙃𝙑

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗 ◎ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.•°

'Edited'

Her pov

Sitting on the chair of our balcony, I was going through notes. Exams are always hectic, but they also bring the excitement of moving up a level.

It has been a week since I met the boys. As we shared our contacts, they check up on me time to time. They feel like brothers, especially possessive brothers.

Only then did I hear a car horn, and I immediately recognized who it was. I shut down my laptop and went downstairs, eager to see him after a long day.

Sitting beside him on the couch, I entwined our hands. You may think of me as an old-fashioned person, but believe me, these small things mean a lot to me, and they are very common among today's generation. Physical touch is normal for them, but his touch caused me to feel electricity on my skin.

"How are you?" He questioned and cupped my face with his veiny hands. "Good." I responded. "How was your day?" I inquired. Come on don't be surprised, I have started to make conservation more usual with him. It's great, right?

"Fine, But I missed you." He stated with a deep voice that gave me goosebumps. Leaning slightly to my side, he got so close to my face that I could feel his slow, calm breathing on my neck. I wonder what he is going to do next. But instead of doing anything, he extended his arm and held a bouquet of roses. Idiot me, didn't even noticed that.

'Actually honey, you were too busy admiring your husband's face, how could you have noticed the flowers?' My consciousness mocked me.

With a big charming smile on his face, he held them in front of me and whispered, "Rose's for my love."

I grinned like a fool and accepted the flowers. He knew every god damn way to make me feel special and loved but that's all I wanted back then.

"Thanks a lot, tae." I blurted without thinking and hugged him tightly. The first time when someone give me flowers. My smile refused to fade.

"What did you say?" He asked, looking at his face I noticed his expression, totally surprised.

"Umm..." Wait! I'm confused now. What was he talking about? Thank you.

"Thanks a lot." I repeated my words with a smile but confused tone. "No, after this? What did you called me?" He questioned. And realisation hit me like a car, I called him with a nickname.

Ok! I had our usual conversation with him, but I never called him by a nickname, and now I am nervous; is he upset or worse, angry?

"Tae." I responded, somewhat hesitant about the nickname. Did I just ruin our moment? "I'm sorry. I wouldn't..." He cut me off in the middle of my apology by pressing his index finger to my lips, closing my mouth.

"Don't be, call me tae only, I loved this." He smiled and said it with the satisfaction of a five-year-old who had found his favorite cake flavor. His right hand caressed my hair while I was still in his embrace.

"Go freshen up and then let's have our dinner." I requested him, nodding his head he let go of me and a feeling of disappointed ingulfed me, I felt empty.

'He is here with me.' I reminded myself.

I gazed at the flowers, he bought for me. What do I do with them? 'Don't you dare to think I'm going throw them? I will keep them for the rest of my life. Just silly me.