May I?

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"Tell the truth, Lisa. Running away from problems won't get you anywhere," Hyung started, giving Lisa a small push toward me. I also looked down. "You two, speak up. What's the issue between you?" His voice was sharper and louder. The man in Indian attire was driving me crazy, and the way he was angry at that moment made him look even more attractive, I love him man so don't blame me for focusing on him more, instead I should focus on the situation I was in. "I've told you, I'll support you in every way I can, but no more lies. I got it that you both are old enough to stop being babied by me, and I'm going to support you in everything you want to do in life. But speak now."

"I don't want to marry Jungkook, that's why I ran away. I want to explore myself more," Lisa told Hyung, and people gasped, but Hyung nodded and moved her aside and stared at me, asking me to speak and I came back from my zone out situation.

"I love somebody else," I told him, trying to look somewhere else.

"Who?" Is he mad? He knows who. "I asked, who?" he again asked and more like he was ordering me to speak because I very well remembered that we kissed few times and I was not in my dream, he knew that whom I am in love with.

"You," I closed my eyes before speaking louder, afraid. "I love you, I wants to marry you, not her." See, I'm a lover boy. I won't lose one chance to tell him how much I love him. He asked, so I have to answer. And since I have to answer, why not make it a proposal? If my chances improve, here I am, doing what I shouldn't.

"Yes."

See, there's no guilt in getting rejected by your love. But I got a chance to ask him to marry me, at least. I was happy that he knew I loved him and wanted to marry him. Wait, did he just say yes, or am I imagining things? I turned to the other side, where my mom was smiling at me and showing a thumbs-up. Mrs. Park had already left the place, but I knew I could convince her to agree to our marriage. Let me see my man, who was smiling at me while I was still confused. Did he really just say yes?

"Yes?" I whispered to myself, pointing at my chest. Hyung was looking at me while some people started whispering, but I didn't care at that moment. Lisa was hooting in happiness, and I was the only one with a neutral expression because I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There's no way Hyung would say yes, and even if he did, the context matters.

Before I could feel anything more, he raised his small hand toward me. I looked at him with confused eyes, but he winked at me. Man, I was so close to dying. There's no tomorrow for me because I must be crazy, hallucinating. Not only did he wink, but he also wiggled his fingers in front of me, smirking. I was a hundred percent sure I was drunk because I couldn't believe what was happening.

More than half the people had already left the ring ceremony because of their mindsets, and when I didn't react, Lisa hit me over the head. That's when I believed everything that had happened was real. The ring I was holding—it wasn't the ring I wanted him to wear. My heartbeat stopped, and my hands shook as I saw him waiting for my ring. Waiting for me?

I gave back the ring I was holding and put my hand in my pocket, where I still carried the ring I wanted Hyung to wear. I had carried it with me since the day I bought it, knowing I wouldn't lose it or stop searching for him. When you carry something for someone, it means you know where you're heading. That's why I always carried the ring with me since I bought it for Hyung.

I knelt in front of Hyung, and his eyes widened in disbelief. But he deserved the world, so I got on both knees for him. I'm more devoted to him than he could ever imagine—he just doesn't know it yet. I held the hand he raised for me and grabbed it as softly as I could.

"God, I never knew they would give me this chance, but thank you, God." I leaned my forehead over the back of his hand, respectfully touching my closed eyes to it. I thanked God for giving me this chance. I gently kissed the back of his hand, and a few tears fell from my eyes because I had only ever dreamed of this moment. I never knew I would really get a chance with him.

"Thank you, love, for believing in me." My throat was sore from crying, and my tears kept falling, but they didn't stop me from showing the ring to Jimin. He covered his mouth with his free hand, tears dripping from his eyes. He started to hiccup, just as confused as I had been before.

"Would you like to be my other half?" I asked, puffy and hiccupping. I didn't care how ugly I looked at that moment—I was looking at the most beautiful and handsome person, the love of my life, and nothing else mattered.

"For forever. Would you, honey?" I broke into a bunny smile after seeing him so happy with those puffy eyes and hiccups. He giggled, looking at me, and I showed him the ring, asking for his signal before putting it on his veiny, delicate hand. Compared to him, I looked like a monster.

He nodded multiple times before I slid the ring onto his finger. I cupped his hands between mine, placing them on my forehead. I cried even more, the tears unstoppable, but I didn't want them to stop. This was everything I had ever dreamed of. There was no way life would listen to me and give me the world I never thought possible. Thank you, God.

I heard my parents cheering for me, while Mr. Park was smiling through his tears. Did he already know? His smile was telling me he did. Meanwhile, Lisa was all happy, tossing random flower petals over us, and Hyung was a crying mess. I looked at him and smiled because he looked even cuter when he cried like that—just like a five-year-old child. And guess what? I'm the one looking older one here.

I stood up, pulling him closer, cupping his face with one hand while still holding his ringed hand with the other. I smiled. "What's wrong, honey?" I asked, my face flushed with happiness and tears.

"Better get used to how I act, honey, because I'm your lover boy," I confessed, then kissed his forehead. He looked up at me with those soft eyes, and I swear, this man would be the cause of my heart attack one day. His soft gaze always made my heart skip a beat. He clutched my sherwani tightly and then showed me a ring. I was barely holding myself back from screaming—he had a ring for me too, for me?

"That was not long overdue like yours, but..." he said, his beautiful eyes still locked on mine. I was already under his spell. Whatever magic he was casting, I was completely under his control.

"May I?" he asked, holding the ring in his other hand. I was speechless. There was no way he came here to put that ring on my finger too. How lucky could I get? Not only did I put a ring on his finger, but now he wanted to put one on mine. Who am I to make him wait a bit? I nodded multiple times as fast as I could and tears streamed down my face. I couldn't even imagine how much more I would cry during our wedding.

"Now you're bound to me, lover boy," he said as he slid the ring onto my finger. Little did he know, I felt like I was bound to him from the moment I first saw him. I had always played my part in staying close to him, and I never wanted to leave his side.

"I always have been," I whispered to myself, breaking into a soft chuckle as my father and Lisa cheered for us, while my mother clapped and cheered from the sidelines.

"What?" he asked, his puffy eyes widening in confusion, his lips forming a puzzled expression. He hadn't heard what I whispered. I let out another small laugh because he looked so handsome and cute at the same time.

"Nothing, Mr. Park Jimin," I said, placing my finger over his lips to shush him. His puffy lips pushed back gently against my finger, and I felt just how soft they were. I barely held back the urge to kiss him right there.

"Hey, I'm older," he said in a mock-angry tone, moving my finger away from his lips and rolling his eyes, annoyed that I had called him by his full name. He was really wife material, looking so cute when he got angry like that. I was ready to be crushed by him.

"My bad, honey. Mr. Honey—how's that?" I teased, pressing my forehead against his as I smiled wholeheartedly. I knew that with him, everything seemed right. With him, everything had meaning. With him, everything felt better. I was so in love with him, and that's my story—my lover boy's story. My story started with him, and it'll end with him in my arms.

If you have someone you love, start praying to God. Maybe they'll give you the one you love, if your prayer is sincere. All the very best to you, I got mine.


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