STRINGS OF MY HEART | SVT | JEONGCHEOL [✓]

14 - Those Eyes

•Choi Palace•

Jeonghan shuffled a bit as he gradually woke up and sat on the bed. He stretched his hands after which he looked at the empty side of the bed. He recalled that Seungcheol must be out for the tour already.

And soon enough, he also recalled how last night he had slept within the older's arms, "Why is his scent so strong? Took all over me."

He couldn't understand why he was feeling so weird to not find Seungcheol around himself after waking up, "He should've woken me up before leaving."

It was when his gaze fell onto a note kept on the side table along with a few roses. He plucked the note out of them to read it.

I hope you slept well, Jeonghan. I'm leaving and will be back by late night so you can just sleep before I arrive. I know you must be thinking that I should've woken you up before leaving but you seriously need to rest. Eat well and take care. Don't stress too much today and just chill. I didn't want to go but it was your order, don't sulk.

Finally, you can be at peace for at least one day. (It's a joke)

I hope you'll miss me. You will, right? Even if for not so good reasons.

And sorry if you didn't like it but I kissed your forehead before leaving.

Rest well!
- The person you love to hate

Jeonghan finished reading the note as a smile crept up on his face, "He has such a hold on his words."

"Wow seriously, am I missing him?" Jeonghan rolled over to Seungcheol's side of the bed while hugging the blanket.

No matter how much stern he used to depict himself, deep down he too wanted some care and attention. And whenever he would receive that from Seungcheol, he didn't know how to react.

Because as a matter of fact, it was a new experience for him. He just didn't know what the small flutters of his heart meant. He couldn't understand himself whenever his heart used to race because of the older.

Waking up with Seungcheol being around was now a habit of him, of course. A habit he never wanted but didn't hate either.

Now even bickering with the older seemed better than this absolute silence.

After taking his time, he got up to begin his day. He freshened up and took a shower but while wearing his shirt, he noticed something.

Something was missing.

The blue mark on his right shoulder.

It wasn't there.

He looked at his shoulder and washed his eyes several times to check if they were bluffing him. But it was true, the mark, was gone.

"What the hell?!" Jeonghan yelled, "I want to be happy and relieved since that shit is gone from my skin but why am I feeling so uneasy? I didn't want that mark in the first place. It's gone, finally, it left me but- huh?"

"Calm down! It's a good thing! It's a good thing Jeonghan, calm dow- FUCK IT!!" Jeonghan grabbed his hair tightly and closed his eyes.

"Jeonghan, please! It's important. When did you get that mark?"

"How will I spend my entire life knowing exactly that my husband is just obsessed with a useless mark on me, nothing more? How will I even trust you or this marriage when I know that I mean nothing more than a satisfaction of being a mere reincarnation?"

"I'm not a husband for you Seungcheol. I'm just a doll for you which you bought because you liked this pretty mark."

"I don't know but if this mark disappears someday, I'll hold no value in your life."