Trust Issues | Hwang Hyunjin

Twenty Four

Kim Haewon.

The door swung open, revealing Hyunjin. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and joggers, but he still managed to make it look incredibly sexy. His hand rested on the doorframe.

He seemed pissed, but when he saw me, it was like something lit up inside him. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad. 

"Haewon?" he seemed surprised. I opened my mouth, then shut it again. He raised an eyebrow, and I cleared my throat.

"Yes, uhm..." i stared up at him, my eyes meeting his. 

Why does he always have to look so damn fine?

"Are you...okay?"

"I got your letter," i blurted out. His expression didn't change, as if he was waiting for me to continue. Continue I did. "and I..." 

Never mind, continue i did not.

"you what?" his voice was quiet. I stared at him, and he stared back, neither of us breaking the eye contact. 

Fuck it.

I lifted myself up on my tip-toes, and pressed my lips against his. He wasted no time in kissing me back, his hands making their way to my waist, one on my cheek. I rested my hands on his shoulder and his bicep, and he deepened the kiss by tilting his head ever so slightly. If possible, he pulled me closer, and slowly pulled away, maybe to take a breather, because he kissed me again immediately afterwards. 

I kissed him for a few more seconds, before pulling away and staring at his face. His gorgeous face. I placed one hand on his cheek, stroking it lightly. He stared back at me, and I could see is eyes beginning to water. I could also feel my own tears approaching. But I didn't care. I didn't care about anything at that moment. Nothing. Nothing other than Hyunjin.

"Hyunjin," i whispered. 

"shh," he murmured. "inside. it's cold." and with that he pulled me inside, leading me all the way to the sofa.

 He sat me down, and crouched down on the floor in front of me, holding my hands. I brought my hand up to his hair and began to slowly play with it, lightly pulling it. Just like old times. 

"I love you..." i whispered to him. 

That was it. One tear rolled down his face, then another, then another. Then mine. One tear. Then another. His expression didn't change. He stared at me, his eyes full of emotion i can not describe. 

Full of love.

"I love you more," he murmured back, and before I could do anything, he picked me up. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders, and buried my face into his neck, more tears flowing. He held me tight and walked me over to his bedroom, kicked the door closed behind him, and lay me down on the bed. 

He flopped down next to me, and I immediately cuddled up next to him, face buried in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and held me. Held me like he had never held me before. Held me as if he never wanted to let go.

I didn't either. 

I heard him sniff and I looked up, then gave a small laugh as I watched his tears fall down. I sat up and he stared at me, a small smile on his face, despite the tears. I began to wipe his face softly, but it was no use, the tears kept coming. Which made me cry again. 

So there we were, two people so in love with each other, crying about their love for each other while wrapped in each other's arms. When we finally calmed down, we spoke.

"I guess i should do it properly, and take you out on a date first," Hyunjin murmured. I gave a small giggle.

"i think you should do that," i murmured. He smiled, then stopped.

"Haewon, I'm so sorry-"

I put my finger to his lips, shushing him. "I know, Hyunjin. I know." 

"But I can't forgive myself, until you do, maybe not even then."

"Would I be here if i didn't forgive you?" i murmured with a small chuckle, snuggling closer to him. 

"Who knows how your pretty little mind works, haewon?" he joked. We both gave a small laugh, and he kissed my forehead lightly. That's what he had been doing for the past few minutes. Small, light kisses, anywhere on my face. The romantic gesture made me feel something inside.

"I wish..." i started. then stopped. 

"what do you wish?" he urged me to continue. I gave a small sigh and began to play with his hair.

"I wish i forgave you sooner," i whispered. "much sooner."

"Well I wish i listened to you, years ago," he said. "and stopped befriending stupid people. Who knows? 6 years of relationship, we could've been so much more." 

"Hyunjin..." i began, my voice barely a whisper. I sat up and cupped his face. He looked back up at me, a smile appearing on his face. 

"would you rather stay here, or should i drop you off home?" he asked. 

"i brought my car," i said gently. "and i dont have any clothes."

He sat up, gently bringing my hands down from his face, and slipped out of bed. He walked over to the wardrobe, and pulled a t-shirt out. It would be at least thigh length, so it would cover at least something. He tossed the t-shirt over to me, and climbed back in bed. 

"where's Jeongin?" i asked suddenly. Hyunjin frowned.

"he said something about going to meet someone...i don't know," he said. I smiled, and lay back down. 

"I'm gonna get dressed, wait," he said, and he got up, grabbed some pjs and walked into the bathroom. I quickly took my shirt off and replaced it with Hyunjin's long t-shirt, then threw my pants off somewhere. As I said, thigh length. 

He walked back in the room and smiled, then lay down next to me. Before I knew it, his arms were wrapped around my waist, spooning me from behind, and I was fast asleep.

-

"Hyunjin!" i said. "are you staying tonight?" he looked over at me.

"if you'll have me," he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes. 

"you know i wouldn't kick you out," i said. then he stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me over to the bed. 

"bedtime, child," he said. 

"im only a few months younger than you," i said. "march to october is...uhm...7 months."

"Seven months is a very long time," he said dramatically. "very."

"oh shut up," i said, rolling my eyes again. he grinned and pulled me on top of him, arms around my waist.

"is this the first time we've spent the night together?" he asked, as i readjusted myself into a more comfortable position. 

"yes," i whispered, burying my head into his neck.

"shame we cant make it worthwhile," he said. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"not in my parents house," i whispered.

"i know, baby," he said. "but guess what? im fine like this."

"me too."