Smiling For You/ yoonmin ff

II

His pov

2 years ago

I've been waiting what seems like my entire life for this moment.

In just a few short hours, I'm going to be able to tell the love of my life everything I have ever wanted to say. Absolutely everything. Unfiltered.

Today

I guess I've been waiting what seems like my entire life for this moment.

In just a few short hours, I'm going to be telling my "beautiful flower" about what I have planned for us. Our future.

His pov

2 years ago

I've been waiting what seems like my entire life for this moment.

In just a few short hours, I'm going to be able to tell the love of my life everything I have ever wanted to say. Absolutely everything. Unfiltered.

Today

It's finally happening. He told me I should be thinking about moving out soon.

I'm not sure whether I can handle this all. I told them that I would be leaving in a few weeks. He looked so—heartbroken.

I wanted to fix it. But I won't try to, that's his job. I've been doing it for too long. He has to take over eventually.

His pov

2 years ago

I've been waiting what seems like my entire life for this moment.

In just a few short hours, I'm going to be able to tell the love of my life everything I have ever wanted to say. Absolutely everything. Unfiltered.

Today

He told me to clear my schedule for today. He has big plans.

However big these plans may be, I just want to stay in my bed all day, wallowing. Just basking in his presence.

He told us he would be leaving. Leaving our safe haven of an apartment. The one we have owned for 4 years. The one we had all gotten drunk in the night before, like many, many other nights before. The one we would wake up in with a raging hangover.

The one we ate pizza in, sitting on the couch, watching Netflix. The one we bought together, without the help of our parents or anybody else, because, who the hell would condone a runaway 18 year old homosexual moving in with two confused-as-fuck-about-their-sexuality males?

It was the apartment where each one of the boys made many awkward and still very confused passes on me in. The one we all shared a memory 3 years ago on one of the first few drunken nights of freedom we had had. A memory I'm sure none of us has the willpower to forget.

Most importantly, it was the place I found love in. I didn't want it to fade away like the patterns on the first carpet we bought as a family of three misfit teenagers.

But, I have plans. So I guess I'll cry some other day.

Thanks for that, Kook.

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I know this is kind of a mess at the moment, but all questions in your head are going to be answered. I already have a plan for this book, but I am still going to expand it. I'm trying to experiment with the text format, how you see who is talking, stuff like that. Just a tip: where I explain the main characters could come in pretty handy to understand who is who in this and the previous chappy. If you think you have any ideas that could contribute to the book, just dm me or comment. Either way to let me know.

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