Dear Summer ♡

04

.art credit to Koogi.
.song credit to Sweden Laundry.
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Sangwoo took a seat across from me, steam immersed from the plate of Galbi I cooked for him; He'd never tasted my cooking before, I refused to let him taste test it before when I made it. I simply prayed, and hoped that he would enjoy it. I prepared some specially for him.

My cooking had improved greatly over the years, Thanks to his mother. I have a strong passion for cooking, due to working at a steak house part time. I watched carefully as Sangwoo carried a forkful of the rib meat past his lips, the warm feeling in my cheeks returning as I watched a satisfied expression cover his face.

He liked it.

A soft giggle escaped my lips. "Heh.." It was hard seeing Sangwoo so interested in my cooking, and when I did. It made me feel...overjoyed.

Sangwoo's dark hues watched as I giggled at him, his mouth full of rib meat; a confused, yet content expression was on his face. "I'm just glad you enjoy it. That's all" I responded to his non-verbal language.

I could tell he wished to know why I found the sight entertaining, his expression reminded me of a child's when they had tried something for the first time and fell in love with it. "I have a  few songs I want to sing to you, if you don't mind. Wait here, I'll be back"

With that, I stood up from my chair and after a short minute came running back in with a small ukulele in my left hand. I returned to my position in the chair, and gazed up to watch the male continue to eat before me.

I began to gently pluck the strings with my delicate fingers, before softly singing. "기분 좋은 설레임 운동화 끈을 매고서 떠나는 내 뒷모습 초라해 보이지만" I hummed at certain parts of the song, putting my heart with each line I sang.

After the song was done, I put the ukulele down on the carpet beneath the table, beside my chair. When I gazed back up Sangwoo's dark hues stared at me, a smile on his lips; and, he picked his large, masculine hands up from the table to clap softly. "I know my voice isn't that beautiful b-" Sangwoo interrupted me before I could finish.

"Your voice is more than beautiful." He spoke in a low tone. If there was one thing I knew that really pissed him off, it seemed to be when I talked negatively about myself.

Though, Sangwoo was never one to care, and I didn't believe that would change even if it was three years since we'd met. Something as drastic as that would've been strange, even to me and I'd known him better than anyone else.

I felt my whole face warm up, as I turned my head away from the male across from me. A tapping sound immersed from the table, and at that point I could tell that I had successfully irritated him just a tad. My heart raced, before I responded. "I have just one more song for you."

More like for us..

This song explained greatly how I felt when he left me. Alone. The times we had.

I got up from my chair, walking over to the grand piano that sat in the resting area right in front of my kitchen. I nervously began to press my ivory fingers onto the keys, and with a soft sigh; I began to sing. "생각한다 지난날들 눈이 부시도록 아름다웠던 사라진다 뜨겁게 안아주던 네 손끝 향기가 (I think of days gone by days, so beautiful they were blinding. It's disappearing, the scent from your fingertips that warmly embraced me)"