Our Night || Jaywon

Epilogue.

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"I love you..." he whispered into my ear before kissing the base of my throat, making sure to bite down and suck, leaving a pulsating mix of purple and red.
"I love you too..." I replied instantly, leaning further and closing the distance between us, kissing him with all the love I ever felt for him.
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•JUNGWON POV•

A few months later...

"Jungwon!" yelled Sunoo from his room. I sighed and walked over to his room. Of course, he was in a horrid state. I stared at him, unfazed by his worry and anxiety.
"Let me guess; you need outfit advice?" I asked as I crossed my arms. He looked at me and nodded erratically. I thought the current outfit he was wearing appeared adorable. He was wearing a simple black shirt with jean cargoes that had a chain dangling from the belt line. His soft brown hair had gotten a slightly red tint from the summer sun.
"Sun..." I said in a serious tone after a moment of his puppy eyes staring deep into my soul, silently imploring for the advice he so desperately needed.
"I think you look fine right now..." I told him honestly. Then, suddenly, an amazing idea popped into my head.
"Sun..." I added again, catching his attention even more.
"We should dye your hair!" I exclaimed. His reaction was priceless. His face lit up with excitement as he started squealing quietly.
"God, Jungwon! You're a genius!" he squealed more, hugging me tight and planting a kiss on my cheek. I tutted and wiped my cheek.
"Sunghoon wouldn't like you kissing me; would he?" I reminded him before ruffling his hair.
"I know, but you deserve it..." he mumbled as he chuckled shyly.

I walked away and left the room, heading for the cabinet to grab the hair dye. I scanned the colors, torn between the pink and the bleach to give him highlights. I need bleach for the pink...
I smirked, grabbing both and returning proudly to Sunoo.
"I got your stuff!" I yelled in a sing-song tone. He smiled and squealed more, giving me a huge embrace once more. I chuckled, reciprocating the hug while merely dropping the bottles of dye and bleach from the tight squeeze.
"I'm going to add highlights in your bangs," I explained happily as I sat him down on the bed. I slid gloves on from the box I had found underneath the bathroom sink. I swear, sometimes Sunoo was too good for this world. I looked down and chuckled as I dyed his bangs, admiring how his eyes still shined brighter than the sun in our dim lit shared bathroom. I made sure to have some music on in the bathroom to keep not only myself entertained but to also keep Sunoo from losing his fickle attention span. Shockingly, wrapping and twisting the foil into his hair wasn't that difficult. I left him on his own for two hours, allowing the dye to settle while he also got the rest of himself situated for the date. While Sunoo worried about himself, I instantly started to also prepare myself.

I stared into my mirror, wondering how I was going to be able to run a comb through my locks. My hair was practically sticking out from all sides. I looked like I had a pointy afro that could stab you if I got the right angle. I sighed and attempted to run my fingers through it so I could hopefully flatten it. Of course, it didn't work. I groaned softly and went back to the bathroom, seeking a comb that could soothe my turmoil. Luckily, Sunoo left a comb out that I grabbed immediately. I hummed softly again as I merely skipped like a five-year-old back to my mirror. I gently ran the comb through my knotted hair, wincing every five-seconds from how disoriented it happened to be. I managed to fix my hair quite rapidly and realized the time. I briskly walked back over to Sunoo's room, ready to take the tin foil out and allow him to shower the excess dye out.

"Sunoo! You can take the foil out!" I called to him from across the hall. Of course, his girly squeal escaped his mouth as he bolted to the bathroom. I scoffed in amusement and quickened my pace due to seeing him so ecstatic. As I entered, I already saw him merely snatching the foil out of his hair. I chuckled softly and helped him with the rest so he could wash his hair sooner. I wanted him to be as prepared as possible, and I knew he agreed with my statement. Once he finished with the foil, I stepped out and approved of him to shower. He had about an hour before we needed to leave. I finished getting myself together and checked myself out in the mirror once again. I put on a simple white button up blouse with black slacks and black loafers. Also, I put on a chain Jay had purchased for me when my birthday came around. I knew he'd be pumped when he saw me wearing his gifts. Before I could even process the knock on my slightly ajar bedroom door, Sunoo bursted in with a bright smile on his face. I shifted my head so I could face him but was instantly in awe at how pink suited him. 

"Goddamn; I didn't expect pink to look so great on you..." I told him as he rambled and beamed about his hair to me. I giggled softly, finding his excitement and happiness over his hair endearing. Then, our signal went off. There was a loud knock on the door, and Sunoo instantly fell silent. I glanced over at him just as he glanced over at me. I could already feel the sweat building up in my palms. With my hands shaking, I pushed the door open to my bedroom so we could head downstairs. I swallowed hard, a lump of anxiety clogging my throat and airways. I led Sunoo to the front door, patting his shoulder as a symbol of good luck. His also quivering fingers went out for the door handle. A soft click could be heard as the door brought the outdoors closer to us. Before I could say hello, Jay locked his arms around me. I chuckled softly, returning the embrace proudly. I heard the plastic of something crunching under my chest. It reminded me of walking over glass from a broken window. Jay looked up at me and pulled out the plastic. It was roses. I let out an inevitable smirk as I took the flowers and sniffed them. I loved roses. They reminded me of my mother. She wore this perfume that smelt like roses fresh from a garden. Despite the brief wave of nostalgia that hit me, my attention was focused on Jay. 

"Thanks..." I said as I smiled and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. He smirked into the quickie and pulled away after a moment. 

"Are you ready?" he asked me as he ran a hand through my still slightly chaotic hair. I nodded and grabbed his other hand so tightly that I thought it would detach from his forearm. 

"You bet I am..." I replied as he brought me outside to his car.  

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A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading this fanfic! Also, sorry for not being active. I decided to take a break on finishing this but now I am. So expect more fanfics in the future :) 

Love you guys!! 

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