Hyung's Lover boy

A Dream or A Reality?

"Jungkook," he took my name, and my breath hitched for a second. The way he called my name always made my breath hitch, but this time, the tone was different—so meaningful. I could feel that he meant more than just calling my name. He started combing my hair so soothingly that I felt much better and more confident to ask him about my husband.

"Yes, Hyung," I answered while leaning further into his fingertips because it made me feel loved. Who wouldn't love the feeling of being loved? Especially when it's Park Jimin—I'm all in. My eyes were still closed, waiting for his response, and I stayed close, soaking in the love and comfort from his touch.

"I wanted to ask something, like..." he started, taking a long pause. His voice... I could feel the difference—it was serious. I was taken aback because he had never been this serious with me. He was either always happy around me or teaching me with his calm, honeyed voice. I wasn't familiar with this tone. Sure, I'd seen him scold Lisa a few times, but I had never done anything to deserve that. I always tried to be Mr. Perfect for him.

"What, Hyung?" I finally asked, looking up at him. My head was still resting on his lap while he gazed down at me. My heart skipped a beat because our faces were only inches apart. Oh, how badly I wished those inches would disappear and he would be the one to close the distance. Again, I was living in my imagination, dreaming he'd lean down and kiss me. Well, I can imagine it if it can't be true.

"I want to talk about you... about your marriage," he said again, his breath shaky. There was a small feeling in me, telling me Hyung was hiding something, but I ignored it. The way he smiled at me and touched me melted all my doubts.

"Like what about my marriage?" I asked while playing with the small velvet box I had been carrying in my pocket since yesterday. There was a slight hope that I'd ask him. The way he was asking about my marriage—was it a hint? Should I ask him and cut him off? But no, I always wanted him to finish because he's someone I respect so much.

"Do you like someone in your life?" he asked, looking away from me, and detaching his hands from my hair, which made me a little sad. But I wouldn't let him know. It was me craving the warmth, not him. All my readers know, Hyung, it's you I love and will love until the end.

"Why?" I asked, noticing he was still admiring the moon. He leaned back, supporting himself with his hands, creating more distance between us. I asked because I didn't want to lie to him. I have no right to lie to him, even if I can't tell him the truth. My grip on the velvet box tightened as I took it out, but his eyes remained fixed on the moon, so he didn't notice.

"I want you to marry m—"

"Yes!" I couldn't let him finish because, man, I loved this man. But the difference was that he wasn't looking at me while asking. I had waited my whole life for this moment, so I leaned up, still close to him. But why wasn't he looking at me? I was waiting for him to turn to me, to see his handsome face. He was always the one to ask first—whether it was for coffee, for a kiss, or now, to marry me. I was so glad he was doing this.

My smile grew wider, and my brain told me to be happy. But why wasn't I feeling happy? Something was missing—it was his eyes. I needed to see his eyes. So, I gently placed my hand under his chin, making him look at me. There they were—those beautiful eyes, but they weren't shining like they used to. There was a slight glimpse of something I couldn't understand, and it made my heart sink. That wasn't a good sign. But immediately, he wiped it away with a smile, a bright one, and I couldn't understand him. Nonetheless, I smiled back.

"Thank you," he said with that bright, calm smile, and my heart felt warm again. He took out his phone and swiped through it, suddenly showing me his secret account balance. Man, I was impressed—it was a huge amount, fifty thousands dollar, that was really a big number to be hold in his secret account.

"I always wished for everything to end positively. I saved this money from extra work, and now I have a decent job. I always dreamed of this, and it looks like my dream has come true," Hyung said. I was taken aback. He had wished to marry me? Marrying me was his dream? Am I dreaming, girl? I am officially going to be his, forever.

"I saved this money for your marriage. I always adored you two, ever since you were children," he ended. But then his words hit me like a hard slap—since when we were children? What does that mean?