𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 ; 𝙝𝙨𝙬 ✔️

025

Two weeks ago, it was the end of October and we were back in Seoul. 

Things had been going pretty well. I had become his girlfriend, like his real girlfriend. I couldn't describe it any better of how happy I am right now. We'd had a couple of little fights too, but nothing serious. Isn't that wonderful, to have someone you can really fought with but still couldn't get enough of each other. Fighting means that you care. Care enough to deal with the hurt or anger, rather than just walk away. I love that we both actively pursuing a solution, a breakthrough that will make us stronger.

I started to wonder if we were going to be a couple that fought all the time. I didn't like fighting, but I liked him.

We didn't get to talk for another week. Seungwoo has been away to Bangkok for a few days. All this time in between seeing him and talking to him killed me. Text messages weren't the same. Even if we did get to text, it was usually at random hours of the day since our time zone were so different.

I'd woken up early, unable to sleep in after weeks of waking up early. I stretched out, a huge yawn engulfing my face.

I fumbled around for my phone and found it stuffed between the pillows. Shit, was it really only 5 a.m.? I still had an hour to get ready to work. I took a morning selfie and send it to my boyfriend with a text underneath, "Good morning, love."

I sighed as I climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I knew my boyfriend wouldn't be awake for at least another four hours. I'd tried calling him at this time on a weekend a couple of times before, only to hear a cute muffled on the other end before he abruptly hung up. I'm not even sure he even remembered these incidents, but I'd learned to wait until afternoon to call back.

Before I could step inside the bathroom, my phone had vibrated. I took a look, it was him. He had texted me back almost instantly. "Good morning, baby! It was almost too early for you to go to work already."

I texted with one hand while I brushed my teeth. "I couldn't sleep."

"What were you doing???" I chuckled at his response.

"Missing you." I spat and rinsed out my mouth.

"I miss you more. Please wait for a while, I'll be back in your arms again."

"Aww >.<"

I hopped in the shower and hummed softly to myself as I bathed, happy to be waking up with my boyfriend. It felt like something had changed between us since the day he first kissed me. Our relationship felt more...intimate, somehow. I'd gotten mad at him for the first time. I'd felt anxious about losing him, thinking he'd suddenly turned cold, that it had surprised me when he just kissed me and whispered that he loved me. He'd been so shy that it had encouraged me to be bolder. Every blushed that bloomed on his ears, every time he avoided my eyes, every little sarcastic comment he directed at me made me want to push the boundaries between us. I wanted to see what kind of reactions I could get out of him. I wanted to see what I could do to him, wanted to see if I could make him fall apart under my kisses the way I fell apart under his.