AN: I've been struggling to decide which oppa to use for my imagines. So I decided to let you decide who its gonna be.
I'll never mention a name, so JUST IMAGINE YOUR ULTIMATE BIAS AS THE MAN YOU'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP RIGHT NOW.
___________________
Ahhhhhh... What a beautiful night! It was between spring and summer, the sky was still tinted brightly and the warm wind blew gently.
It was a perfect evening to spend with the one you love. And you are. Walking along the beautiful streets of Apgujeong while talking cheerfully with each other. But unlike the usual couple, you and him stralled and smiled at each other from a meter distance.
Yes. You walked on the left of the side walk and him on the right, following behind you. Why?
Because you know he can't be seen in public with a woman. Why?
Because everyone knows him, and he has a reputation to hold? Why?
Because he is one of the hottest idols right now, and frankly speaking, you wouldn't have known him (and consequently date him) if it wasn't for his profession.
He is passionate and hard working and he is in love with music. And you respect this passion of his, so, as the good girlfriend you were, you compromise and go on dates with him like this:
Being at the same place, at the same time, but separated by a meter, communicating through a phone call, with earphones on. Plus a mask, cap, and a desguised bodyguard in his case
"Bae." (pronounced as beh) He said from the other line, his sweet attractive voice echoing from your ears to your heart.
"Ah. Why are you like that?" You said, implying the pleasurable discomfort you recieved from the puppy name he gave you.
"Why? You don't like it?" He asked. "Should I give you another one? How about Da-eum?"
"Eeesh! That doesn't suit me..."
"Ey! My woman is either so humble that she's saying 'beautiful' doesn't suit her, or is too proud that her beauty exuded the word."
You laughed at his logic. How sweet is he?
"Why are you laughing? You don't think you're beautiful?" He said with an exaggerated tone.
"Quiet down, peolple might notice you?"
"Why? Are you ashamed of me? Want me to take off my mask and scream my lungs out and tell everyone 'I am h/n and the woman I'm dating is freaking gorgeous!' huh?" He mock-threatened you.
Your heart sank.
I wish you would. But you can't. I wish both of us can be proud of our relationship and tell the whole world we are madly in love with each other.
I wish I could tell even just a single soul about how my mind transends whenever I am with you.
And I wish, so bad, I wish to hear you say my name right next to the words "I love" when there is more than just me to hear it.
"Yes." You answered him.
This made him swallow and feel as if he had been the worst lover in all of history.
Both of you stopped walking. The building stopped passing by, and the red light stopped the cars and a green light let the crowd at the intersection gush through.
You stopping made him stop too, but not the people from the intersection. They flowed like a tidal wave and you just let yourself pe swalled into them and drift away.
He tried, with all his might, to follow you, but through that crowd, it was impossible.
"Bae, where are you? Wait for me!" He said in a panic.
"Bae, I can't see you!" He continued,
"Wait up!" He shouted.
"Where the hell..." He sighed.
By the time everyone had crossed the street, and the sea was calm, you were already far from him. But he did spotted you.
So he walked, then walked faster, then he started jogging, and then he sprinted.
"Bae. Walk slower." he begged, "Please."
He ran faster and faster, not even his guard could run after him. He knew, from the lack of words coming from you, oh he knew.
He knew that you were disappointed. He knew that you're in grief how intangible this relationship was.
"You're too far!" He pantted out.
Closer and closer he got. And at the moment he was to touch your shoulder, a handfull of girls blocked his way and crowded over him.
"Oppa! Can you sign my...", "oppa lets take a selca", "oppa, you're so handsome."
"You're the one who's too far." You said coldly, as you walked even faster, even further away from him.
He was in a dilemma.
Keep his name clean and entertain is fans.
Or run after you.
The car engines, the screaming fans, and the drowning heacups you made while crying on the phone deafened him.
Love isn't a crime.
He pushed through the fans and dashed towards you as if his life depended on it. Because it did. You are his life. And losing you scares him to death.
He threw his cap down, and tore his mask off.
*GRAB
*PULL
Kiss.
Kiss.
And kiss.
"I love you." He whispered as he hugged you tighter."
The sounds of a dozen pairs of feet running and coming to a stop was heard. Only to be followed by shrieking and crying - in happiness, in range, in jealousy, in pain, and in faith.
He releases you from his arms and faced his people.
"I am h/n and I the woman I'm dating is FREAKING GORGEOUS! And her name is y/n!"
He pulls you again close and gave you a quick, proud, kiss as a seal of your official love affair.
