YOUTH. | JK | COMPLETE

contacts

BEST PART OF ME
ED SHEERAN feat. YEBBA

But she loves me, she loves me
Why the hell she love me
When she could have anyone else?
Oh, you love me, you love me
Why the hell d'you love me?
'Cause I don't even love myself

Baby, the best part of me is you
Lately, everything's makin' sense, too
Oh, baby, I'm so in love with you

"You must be joking." Jeongguk deadpans, eyeing the little box in Haneul's hands skeptically. She only laughs at him, hopping up onto the bathroom counter and tossing him the box. He catches it, skimming the words on the box through his wire rimmed glasses. "So, theoretically, I'll be able to see when I put these upon my eyes? Without my spectacles?"

"Yep. The wonders of modern technology, Gukkie." Haneul grins. "This is why I took you to the eye doctor last week." She explains, and Jeongguk's doe eyes light up in realization.

"That man was an optometrist! Oh!" He exclaims.

"Yeah," Haneul chuckles, "Who did you think he was?" He shrugs.

"I just assumed that that was what young people do for fun nowadays." Jeongguk admits, cheeks rosy. Haneul gazes at him, starry eyed with fondness.

"You found that fun?" She asks.

"Honestly, no. I just didn't want to ruin it for you if you thought it was fun. Similarly to when we lay together in bed in the morning reading our separate books. You detest reading, but you do it anyways to spend time with me." Jeongguk explains, and if Haneul could physically melt, she would be a puddle of disgustingly-in-love goo dripping down the drain in the bathroom sink. She is so thoroughly smitten with this man that it hurts. She visits him during his shifts at Starbucks, and she relocated her internship to a hospital near Seoul since she only has a month left before she can become a surgical resident. It has been three weeks since their confession, and with each passing day she has been in Seoul, Haneul finds new things to love about him. "And now you're giving me that look that you do when you want to jump my bones, as you young people say nowadays." Jeongguk says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows at her, and Haneul practically chokes.

"Okay, first of all, no one says that. Second of all, shut up and put the dumb contacts in, you cocky little shit." She says, pushing the box in his hands further into his chest, trying to hide her flushed cheeks behind her curtain of satin black hair.

"You aren't denying the desire to bone jump—"

"Jeon Jeongguk!"

"All right, all right, I'm going!" He rushes out, catching her hand as it swings toward him in a slap to the shoulder. Smiling at her, he brings her palm to his lips and places a gentle kiss there before opening the box. With her guidance, he manages to maneuver the a lens onto his finger.

"Please don't poke an eye out. I like your eyes. They're pretty. And sparkly." Haneul warns him, and Jeongguk laughs a little.

"Do not worry, I like my eyes, too. Also, seeing." He says, brows knit in concentration. Carefully, he brings the lens to his eye and puts it in, missing the first couple times he tries. Following suit with the other eye, and crying a little involuntarily due to touching his eye, he looks into the mirror—

And sees perfectly. Without his glasses.

"Oh my stars." He murmurs, looking around, in shock that the world isn't blurry. Haneul giggles at the expression on his face, and his smile is so wide it squishes his cheeks. "I can see! I can see everything so well! I can see the bathroom, and—and myself, in the mirror, and—you." He finally sets his frantically wandering eyes on Haneul, and that melting fondness is present within in obsidian irises again. She takes his hands and pulls him towards her to stand between her legs where she sits on the counter. "You. You're beautiful." He says, and though the two words are simple, the way he says them with so much conviction, with the same sincerity as one says "The sky is blue," or "The grass is green," makes Haneul feel as if she's the luckiest person in the world.