Silence

Chapter Eighteen - Plan It

AN:- Hope you're all enjoying the angsty rollercoaster I have planned out for our two love birds! 

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My nose trickled with the familiar sneezing sensation and I bit down on my tongue harshly, small violent beads of blood flushing my taste buds as the coppery liquid pooled all around, everywhere in my mouth. 

"Sss." 

My voice had a mind of its own, my brain sending out messages for me to hiss out loud at the pain I had caused myself when I had every intention to stay silent, given the current tense atmosphere.

His eyes shot over to mine at the small sound, his eyes taking on the amicable twinkle of fondness they usually were filled with. My orbs tickled with moisture, his gaze so endearing at this very moment that it was hard to wrap my head around the fact that he has been so abrash with me earlier on, a mere few seconds ago.

Crossing the small distance between us he took my chin delicately in his palm, cursing softly under his breath at the look of pained sadness etched all over my every feature. 

"Please don't cry, Princess."

I sniffled loudly in response, making him regretfully sigh as he sweetly caressed my cheek and collarbone with the pads of his thumb. "Please don't cry."

I looked down from his intense stare, my breathing showing my apparent distress at the situation we had warped ourselves into. 

"I didn't intend on hurting you at all." He continued his gentle affectionate stroking. "Please believe me when I say that I didn't mean to hurt you or make you cry. I really didn't mean to, Rose." 

He seemed awfully remorseful as he noiselessly wiped away the single teardrop that fell down my cheek because of how tender he was being with me. My emotions seemed to burst out from the tight seams I had stitched them into and it was bringing with it a waterfall of tears it seemed. 

There was no way out of this...

I had to tell him now... 

I had to tell him the whole truth... 

"W-we, snf, uh,-"

"Hmm?" He looked down intently at me as I finally made the move to speak. "What Rose?" 

"Umm, we need to uh-" I broke off, my fear caging on me as I tried to get my words out. "Oh fuck!" 

"Hey, hey." He cooed, making me look up at him. "It's okay, just take deep breaths."

I weakly shrugged his hands off, looking at him with guilt-ridden eyes. "No." 

"We don't have to do this if you really don't want to." He whispered, his weary eyes and mouth contradicting one another. 

I gave him a sad smile. "We need to..." I murmured out. "This has gone on for far too long now and it's not something that can be brushed aside any longer."

"Thank you." He nodded, looking so relieved it twinged at my heart.

"I'm not sure that's what you'll be saying when you learn of the truth." I said smiling sadly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his hands going up to cup my cheeks again. "Just know that when I started things off that night with you, I had every intention of staying till the end- no matter what it entailed."

"No matter what...?" 

"No matter what." He confirmed, resting his forehead atop mine for a short blissful moment.

"We need to talk." I finally whispered out, heart heavy with far too many conscience-stricken, energy consuming emotions.

"We do." He replied, my face still in his hands. 

"I was hoping this day wouldn't come." I confessed, sighing heavily.

He chuckled sadly. "I wished for this day, every day for three years." 

My eyes screwed tightly together at the hidden innuendo there, my lips flipping down in a small frown. "Oh, God..."

"A total opposite list of wishes, huh?"

"I'm sorry SeungHyun." I whimpered out.

"I have a lot I've wanted to say to you for a very long time now." He caressed the outline of my lips with his slender fingers softly. "I can't hold it in anymore." He whispered, making goosebumps erupt over my body at the chill of his breath hitting my neck.

"There are lots of things that I've been keeping from you for a very long time and I fear that if I delay in telling you any longer it may just cause something disastrous to happen."

He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. "We've been quite contradicting towards each other these last few years."

"Tell me about it." I puffed air out my cheeks in frustration at this sticky entanglement. 

"Are you free tomorrow?" He asked.

I shook my head in the negative. "I'm busy with back to back shoots and rehearsals until next weekend."

He groaned leaning his forehead down onto mine again. "I want to see you again tomorrow. Next Saturday is too far away."

I curled my hands around his hands on my face. "It's only a few days away. It'll pass by without you even knowing."

He pulled away to look into my eyes forlornly. "A few days more sounds like torture when I've been waiting for three years."

"You're going to wish for obliviousness when you find out the truth."

"Never." He was assertive.

I raised a tired brow. "You sound rightfully sure of that."

"It's because I am."

I gazed at him thoughtfully. "We'll see what you say next weekend on Saturday then..."

Confrontation day was going to leap on me faster than I could imagine, and I wasn't sure I was ready for the aftermath of this truth bomb when it would inevitably explode all over me and the calm I had been trying to uphold for so many long years now...