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"You think Yeju and I have something?" Jake lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head lightly as his hair became damper from the rain, "Does my 'I love you' mean nothing?"
"That was a letter, Jake, words differ from actions." I stood my ground, because come on now.
"Words differ from actions? Ji-eun.." He gives an exasperated sigh, rubbing his face softly with his hands as I just waited for his next words.
He looked at me, something caught in his eyes. The rain soaked the two of us, his skin shiny from the reflection of a streetlamp.
No words were further exchanged, but he placed his hands on my cheeks, pulling my lips directly onto his, and almost magnetised, we kissed.
Fingers tangled in fabric and skin, his mouth was on mine, desperate, soaked, aching. His hands cupped my face like I was something fragile and already breaking.
I kissed him like I was furious. Like I was drowning. Like I needed to memorize the shape of his mouth in case he disappeared again. He tasted like rain and regret and something I still hadn't let go of.
When we pulled back, barely, our foreheads pressed together, breath tangled, hearts trying to crawl out of our chests.
"I can't do distance with you Ji-eun, regardless of what Heeseung says, I just can't do it. I need you." The air between us was cut thick, and at this point I forgot it was even raining.
"Why did you leave?" I asked him, the question lingered in my head for a while. We could've at least returned together, why did he have to leave a letter and ominously disappear?
"I didn't know what the least painful way of leaving you was. But now, I genuinely don't care about what Heeseung has to say, really Ji-eun, I just can't have you ignoring me." His words were sincere, and as the rain poured onto us, a tear may or may not have disguised itself as a raindrop across my cheek.
I had nothing else to say, so instead I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him for another kiss. A sweet moment between the two of us, although I'm sure that the rain would eventually make us both sick.
I was a firm believer that actions speak louder than words - clearly anyways.
I pulled away from him, the rain having no effect on the two of us. Our eyes simply interlocked, my arms around his neck and no words to be said.
"How did Heeseung let you go?" I managed to give a small chuckle, the air wasn't so heavy on me anymore.
"He just did, I think he's over his little tantrums now." Jake chuckled, giving a small kiss on my forehead.
"And if he's not?"
Jake simply shrugged, as if to say he no longer cared.
"Not my biggest priority. He'll get used to it eventually." His words simply made me grin. It was a stupidly wide grin, but it felt just right anyways.
"Hm."
"I missed you," he said suddenly, like he had to say it before the silence swallowed him whole.
I looked at him. Really looked.
"You're an idiot." I brushed my hands across his shirt, for no honest reason, the rain had drenched us both.
"I know."
"That letter sucked." I gave a little smile.
"It did." He returned my smile with a wider one.
I bit the inside of my cheek. My voice wavered just a little.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him like he didn't believe it either. Like he still thought I'd disappear.
"We're gonna get sick," I mumbled, some stupid smiles exchanging between us, like we're silly teenagers hanging out for the first time ever.
"Probably."
We didn't move, until we did, and Jake drove me home.
We didn't tell anyone that we were leaving, well, Jake didn't tell them. I mean, I don't think he even had to, I'm pretty sure everybody in his group knew where he disappeared off to.
His car - surprisingly - parked in front of my driveway as we stepped out, quickly hurrying out with laughter. The rain became intensely heavier, and we didn't want to be seeping with oceans of water coming out of our clothes.
The two of us hurried inside, a warmth surrounding us despite how cold the outside was. There's never a moment between us that feels strange, it always feels just right.
And after about an hour, after we both changed and finally settled down, the two of us just on my bed, a soft orange light from my salt lamp glowing up my room hazily, I knew that this man was genuinely the only person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
And eventually, the fun and laughter between us commenced to fatigue and a need for sleep. So, turning off the lamp, I lay my head softly on his chest, his hand stroking my hair so gracefully.
"This is what life is about, Ji-eun." Jake mumbled tiredly, his hands intertwining with strands of my hair.
"Mhm, for sure." I was so tired to the point that I hoped my words were even audible.
"I'm a lucky man." Was the last words I heard before sleeping.
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sim.jaeyun → macarons & motorcycles
Fanfiction- a motorcyclist, who has no regard for the law and lives his life recklessly finds himself obsessed with macarons from a bakery of which his best friend's sister works at
