SUMMARY:
Ray- lonely, rich, alcoholic but gorgeous playboy meets Yok- financially strapped, talented artist and hot, handsome rebel accidentally one night while Yok is vandalizing the walls of Ray's old, abandoned mansion where his mother had di...
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RAY
Holding on to Yok's hand as we climb up the stairs of the familiar building. I was grumbling but he laughingly pushed me forward, encouraging me with that dimpled smile.
"We just ate! Do you want me to puke Mama's delicious food out!" I stopped moving, refusing to climb any further as Yok fondly smiles.
"Alright, hop on my back! I'll carry you! You're such a princess!" He gestured for me to get on his attractive, broad back.
"Ughhhhh..." faking a protest as I slowly made my way to his back, smiling slyly. Pretending does get you what you want from your boyfriend. I can't believe Yok still buys it every time I whined at him. He's always been indulging me with no complaints.
Not even breathing any differently, he gingerly puts me down once we reached the rooftop and I smiled recalling the memory of complaining to Yok about the view on this rooftop not realizing I was facing the wrong way. Gleefully, I walked over to check the beautiful scenery on the other side and then I walked back to the walls with our paintings. It's a little bit faded now but Yok's painting of me still looked as beautiful as the first time he painted them.
"Why did we come here?" I finally voiced the question in my head since he told me to hop on his bike after having brunch with his mom.
"We agreed to talk. I thought you'd be more comfortable if we do it privately and I wanted to show you this again," Yok gestured at the painting.
Questioning him for the reason with my eyes, Yok takes my hand.
"I know you are doubting how I feel about you Ray. I wanted to remind you that since the first time I saw you, you have been vividly ingrained into my heart and soul. I wouldn't be able to paint you just with my memory if that wasn't the case. The first time I saw you walk down that fucking stair, I was too far gone. I didn't know who you were then. I just thought you were some crazy person who gets a fucking high from doing that kind of shit. What I'm trying to say Ray is that, I love you. I really do and I am sorry if I ever made you feel like I didn't. The investigation about your Dad was planned but meeting you wasn't. I don't think I'll ever be the kind of person who can play pretend about my emotions. I can't even pretend to still love Dan ever since we met," Yok confessed, I felt my tears overflow and trickle silently as I listened to him.
He continued, over his own sniffling and hiccups "Ray, I'm not sure if you're even really okay with my lifestyle. You know just how poor I am. I tend to forget sometimes how different we are because you never complain or say anything to me. I know I could never be as rich as you are and people are bound to say something about you choosing to date me or they will make assumptions as to why I am dating you. But the simple reason is that I do love you and I never cared about all that you have. I'm sad I can't give you the same life you are used to but as for me, all I want is you," Yok finally pulls me close and I hugged him so tightly.
