Chaeyoung's testament of Junhoe's love, told in short and sweet moments of the couple's everyday life.
blackpink's rosé x ikon's junhoe
{yg couple series 01}
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Sitting at the empty bench of the bus stop, I notice that autumn's finally here. It's still too early to see the signature fall signs of orange leaves but the weather begs to disagree.
The chilly autumn wind keeps my hand cold. My sight trails down to my clothes, of my trenchcoat over my white turtleneck. Even though my jeans and high-tops are enough to protect me from the weather, the cold creeps in no matter what I do. If I start wearing thicker jackets, people will look at me odd. College is fun and all, but people criticize you if you don't wear something appropriate. It's like everyday's a runway. I'm serious. The saying, 'you are what you wear,' rings true for them.
Someone sits beside me. "Hey."
An automatic smile comes through my features. "Hey."
"Are you going home?" the baritone yet husky timbre of Junhoe resounds in my ears.
Letting out a little laugh, I remember him messaging me, asking my whereabouts. Now he's here pretending he doesn't know. I go with the flow anyway. "Yep."
Junhoe looks down on his wristwatch. "I'm on my way home too. Wanna go together?"
"I mean, I don't own the bus so..."
One side of his lips curl in a grin. When he turns to me, his face relaxes into interest, focusing his sight at the top of my head. "Don't move."
"Wha—"
Junhoe flicks something on my hair, his finger strokes gentle, like he's afraid his touch will break me. Oh? He smells different today. Is this a new perfume?
Now that we're close like this, I can see he combed his hair. The difference is obvious because he always had this bed-hair style tamed with his fingers. His clothes changed too. He's wearing a black and yellow striped tee over his denim jacket with ripped jeans and sneakers. On normal days, he'd wear something that looked like he chose last-minute, wrinkled and all, maybe even mistaken as clean when it's dirty laundry. I don't mean to judge. I mean, the change is that noticeable. He's usually the shirts and jeans kind of guy.
Junhoe leans back, the tiny movement creating a whish of air past me. "There. You're good."
"H – Huh?" I ask while combing through the spot he touched. "Uh, thanks."
