Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present Day
Qing's POV
I helped packing Dayu's clothes excitedly, even though he insisted that he could do it by himself.
"I know that..." I smiled at him, "but...As your boyfriend, this is my responsibility..." and I caught his cheeks reddening slightly as he pretended not to hear what I just said.
"Hey..Did you hear me..?" But, I'm not ready to let it slide, not this time, "baobei...?" Because Dayu was not looking at me- clearly intentionally, I laid down in front of him on the floor. To be precise- I'm laying on his laps.
Dayu gasped, as he didn't see what was coming until it was too late. Well- it's his own fault, right? Who told him to pretend that he didn't hear me and he wasn't even looking at me in the eye.
I raised my eyebrow at him challengingly, "I'm your boyfriend and this is one of my responsibility..right?" I repeated the question, this time he couldn't pretend that he didn't hear it and he's forced to look at me.
"You-!" Dayu blinked, his cheeks were flaming adorably, "I am only packing a couple of clothes... It's only a week visit..." he breathed the words, but at least he's looking at me.
I smirked. Dayu didn't rebutted me when I said that I'm his boyfriend. I was a little apprehensive; I was afraid that his defense mechanisms would appear again and insist that I'm not his boyfriend even though we already agreed that we're dating.
I'm still afraid; very afraid that Dayu would have a change of heart about us, and that's why I made it my mission to make this clear to him every time I have the opportunity.
It's not like I have little trust in him; I do. I trust him with my life. But, I also knew that I had hurt him badly in the past and he had gone through years believing that I never loved him. So, the possibility of him suddenly having cold feet about us dating is always at the back of my mind.
Not that I would accept it however, even if he changed his mind. He already accepted me, he already said okay to us dating; and I'm not going to let him squeeze his way out of this. Not a chance.
"You still doesn't have too many clothings.." I said. His closet was literally empty. Some shirts. Some jackets and hoodies. Some trousers. Some jeans. And that's about it. He still have the same clothings from five years ago; with the addition of one of two.
"They're enough for me..." I replied.
Yeah- he hated buying things, especially clothings, when the ones he had were still wearable. I remembered that disastrous dates we had back in those dark days; when I brought him shopping and they always ended up with him being uncomfortable and me being pissed off.
"I remembered..." I nodded, as I reminiscent, "I took you on several shopping dates..And you're so unbelievably hard headed about me buying you clothes...I always got mad at you..."
