Jay Park One Shots

If This Is Our Fate

[Requested]

(Jay's POV)

Gathering my courage after what felt like eternity, I entered the café that I used to go to. I don't know what compelled me to go back to the place I avoided stepping foot in for a very long time. But that particular day, I just felt the odd need to. I inhaled as the familiar scent of hot chocolate and coffee filled the place, having me feel nostalgic.

After ordering my usual cup of hot chocolate, I shuffled over to where I used to sit only to see... her... exactly where we used to sit.

"Choi Haeyoung?" She looked up.

"Park Jaebum?" I smiled at her.

"It's been long," she smiled back.

That smile...

She pulled a chair from the nearest table and gestured me to sit with her. So I did. It felt somewhat wrong yet right to be sitting with my ex-girlfriend again after a year. Our separation, as I believe, was mature and peaceful. We promised to remain as good friends despite our break up but time disallowed us that luxury and we gradually and painstakingly grew apart.

I don't remember how we got to the point of being away from each other but it destroyed me and the thought of the times we could've spent fixing things rather than running away from it, I feel like a walking textbook definition of coward.

Shortly after, a couple entered and sat at the table beside us. We eyed them discreetly as they openly displayed their affections. Hands intertwined, eyes filled with love, lips curved in a wide smile, words embraced with flowery emotions. Two years ago, that was exactly Haeyoung and I.

Their romantic moment was disrupted when the waitress delivering their coffee spilled the coffee on their table.

"Hey, remember when we so-called met aka crossed paths the first time? You spilled coffee on me and then acted all cocky about it! Remember?" Haeyoung reminisced.

"I remember," I laughed replaying the memory in my head.

"Excuse me, sir. You spilled coffee on me! You're supposed to say sorry!" I imitated what she said to me in the past, also mocking her. She burst into a laughter, "I did not say it like that!" My heart skipped a beat. It was the same laughter that enchanted me to fall for her.

"Ma'am this is the pasta you ordered," a waitress came over. She was the same waitress that served us two years ago. Noticing my presence, her eyes went wide as she spoke loudly, "Sir! I didn't expect to see you here after..." I slightly bowed my head and briefly smiled.

"Hungry? Want some?" Haeyoung offered me. I rejected.

"Same old Haeyoung. You always eat the same thing off the menu when you come here," I pointed out.

"It's nice. The garlic is nicely sautéd. Pasta's perfectly boiled. Meat genius-ly -"

"Added in to make the pasta taste better. Just. Your. Type," I interrupted her, remembering what she used to always say about the pasta.

"You remember every single word I said, huh?" She teased me.

Cocking my eyebrows, I stared at her, acting nonchalant about her words. Laughing, she threw a tissue at me as I tried to dodge it but miserably failed. Our laughter took over the café as other customers turned their heads to look towards our way, looking at us weirdly like as if we just ruined their night. But at that moment I didn't care at all, I craved this very moment for so long and there was no way I was going to allow anyone who dared point inconsideration at us to ruin my moment with Haeyoung. I missed her terribly.

"Okay let's skip this petty talk Mr. Park. Fill me in with your life. What have you been doing with your life? Dating? Clubbing? Sleeping? Travelling?" She bombared me with questions.

"Contrary to your thoughts, I actually have been doing none of the above. I've actually been working hard for the past year. I'm a career man, what can I say? What about you, Ms. Choi? Any special man in your life right now?" I countered.

"Unlike you, I stay true to my feelings. If I have a special man in my life, he will stay as the one and only special man in my life. It will never change. And for your information, I have a very very special man in my life since a long time ago."

Before I could answer her, she finished her meal and suggested taking a walk at a bridge we used to go to on special occassions.

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"It's been long since I set foot in this place," I pointed out. We were walking side by side like how we used to. Just that the difference was our hands weren't intertwined like before. As she hummed in response, I still could not believe what was happening. After a year of mourning over our separation, there I stood with her again, over at the same place I asked her to be mine.

"Look Jay!" She pointed out to a bridge that held padlocks that couples secured in exchange of wishing for their love to last till death parts them. Admiring the place from afar, it still being as lively and couple filled as how it was when Haeyoung and I went together to jump on the bandwagon.

"Let's see if our padlock's still there," I was dragged in no time.

Haeyoung had a great spirit. She was always determined to do what she wants and will enjoy doing it no matter what. Even if things sucked in the end, regret is replaced with relieve. And at that moment her determination was dragging me to the bridge that weighed our old memories.

"The lock's pink and had a Pororo sticker on it," I reminded her. It was as though she was in a trance, desperately locating the lock we secured two years ago. Honestly, I thought it was already removed to make space for new locks.

"I found it!" And I was wrong.

"Babe, read what we wrote on the lock!"

Babe?

"Till death do us apart. Love, Jay and Haeyoung."

"Haeyoung," I placed my hand on her shoulders. It was truthfully painful for me to be reminded of what we were.

"What?" Her voice sounded annoyed.

"Let's go somewhere else."

"Does it hurt you, Jay?"

I was speechless.

"It does, doesn't it? It hurts you to think about what we were, right? You probably thought our separation occurred peacefully. But I bloody suffered when we broke up! I spent sleepless nights thinking about how to get you back. I cried every morning hoping to see your face and hear your voice. I pushed away every possible happiness I could get because I believed the only true happiness I can feel is when you're with me. And where were you? I needed you Park Jaebum. I missed you Park Jaebum."

I closed the distance between us. Never have I thought of her feeling the same way I did. I always thought she had let go and moved on from me.

"Answer me, Jay!" She stared at me with tears falling. That was it, her tears was and will always be my weakness.

"I will ask you only this one thing, Haeyoung. Your answer to my question will dictate what is left of us."

"Spill it."

"Do you still love me?" I clenched my fists, nervous of her answer. She turned, carressing the lock and answered without looking at me in the eyes, "till death do us apart."

With the answer as is, I pulled her in for a kiss. A kiss that I have long dreamt of. The sweet taste of her lips that I have long craved for. Having the love of my life at my fingertips, her submitting to me willingly. I missed her, every aspect of her inside out.

She started kissing me back passionately. Heck, the crowd around us didn't matter, I needed her. If it was the too unsightly for the public, they can complain or cringe all they want. But despite my overthinking tendencies, the public actually cheered for us. Considering the place was congested with couples, they probably relate to us.

"I will never let you go ever again, my love," I kissed her more.

"Don't you dare. Because once you're the special man in my life, there is no way out," she kissed me back.