A year had passed.
“Oh come on! Give me your hand! Look at your nails!”
Jun, your boyfriend, is trying to escape from your grip. “No! Don’t look at my dirty fingers!” He stood up from the sofa. However, you pulled him down. Then you sat on his lap, grabbed his right hand and observed his fingers. “Ahhh!” you gasped. “See these? Your nails are too long. Let me cut it for your dear.” Using a nail cutter, you cut his nails.
He covered his face with his left hand. “Ahhh, this is embarrassing,” he complained.
“Why are you being so girly? We’ve been dating for a year already. Stop getting embarrassed in small stuff like this,” you said while cutting his nails.
He put his hand down and stared at your back. “A year huh,” he mumbled, then placed his chin above your shoulder while he wrapped his left arm around your waist and pulled you closer for a back hug. “Honey.”
“Hmmm?”
“I love you.”
“Hahaha. I love you too.”
“I really love you,” he repeated before planting kisses on your nape.
“Hey stop it! It tickles!” you protested; the person who voluntary sat on his lap is now asking him to let go. But Jun lifted you and let you sit facing him. “Jun don’t kiss my neck. It really tickles I tell y-”
He pecked your lips and made you ate your words. You looked at him. Really looked at him as if just noticing him for the first time. You noticed the way his eyebrows raised a centimeter or two, lined with something between worry and concern. “I love you,” he said for the third time.
“I know,” you answered as you cupped his cheeks. You once stared at his sweet lips that uttered a million ‘I love you’ and the world around you blurs. Arms reached up and tangle around his neck. You breathe in sharply and kiss him delicately, while his arms encircling your waist drawing you in. You pulled away, resting your forehead to his. Both eyes are closed and your breaths shaking in between. “I really love you too, I do,” your voice wavers as your lips barely touch his.
“Even if I did something wrong?” he replies, his voice low and husky.
“Ahuh. I’ll still feel the same.” You leans in and kisses his warm lips. Jun holds your head in his hands and pulls you into a fiery and passionate kiss. It was a kiss with tongue, and it tickles inside your mouth while his breath gave you thoughts you are fighting against with. He hugs you tight, until there is no space left between and you could feel the beating of his heart on your chest.
However…
He suddenly moves away. And lowered his head.
You opened your eyes and saw his weird reaction. “W-What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he hugged you and leaned his head on your shoulder. “Let’s have a Q and A.”
Though confused, you nodded. “O---kay.”
“Do you love me?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“You know I love you too, right?”
“Yup.”
“Then, when did we start dating each other?”
“A year ago.”
“Deng! You are wrong.”
“Huh?”
“We started dating for only 5 months ago.”
“Wait. We started chatting through messenger a year ago. So it supposed to be a year already. Do you mean we started dating in person since we first met 5 months ago?”
“No. I’ll ask another question.”
“Wait wait wait. I didn’t understand any-“
“What if I say I am not your real boyfriend?”
You pulled back from his hug and stared at his eyes. “What do you mean? You are Jun. You are my boyfriend.”
He shook his head. “I am not. Your real boyfriend is someone who just used my name and identity.”
His words don’t sink, inside your head has nothing but empty piece of a shell. “I…I couldn’t u-understand,” you uttered.
Jun bit his lower lip. “Next question. What if… What if I tell you that your real boyfriend died 4 months ago?”
Tears suddenly fell down from your eyes.
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