Like [Seongsang]

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*Two years ago*

Point of view: Yeosang

A familiar scent wakes me up- food. It takes me a few seconds to sort out where I am. The mattress I've been sleeping on is a bit harder than usual and the sun is shining a bit too bright. I sneeze and open my eyes again, to see a big, empty room. Right. Grandmas house. We moved here yesterday. The mattress is still laying on the bare ground since our bedroom is the only empty room.

I still smell that really familiar smell that woke me up, so I sit up. I am still a bit dizzy, but that feeling fades away the moment I walk into the kitchen to see my boyfriend singing and dancing beautifully while making breakfast.

Instead of the typically boyfriend-move with hugging him from behind and stuff, I just choose to sing along.

The more I look, the more I find the reasons why
You're the love of my life

He must've heard me, because he suddenly stops singing.

You know one of these days when I get my money right
Buy you everything and show you all the finer things in life

He turns around slowly to see me leaning against the table, singing and looking at him in adoration

Will forever be enough, so there ain't no need to rush
But one day, I won't be able to ask you loud enough

He steps closer to me, looking straight into my eyes.

I'll say will you marry me
I swear that I will mean it
I'll say will you marry me

Finally, he joins in again. And so, we sing together in total harmony, smiling like idiots.

And if I lost everything
In my heart it means nothing
Cause I have you, boy I have you
So get right down on bended knee
Nothing else would ever be
Better, better
The day when I say

A beeping sound scares the shit out of us so we stop singing. It's the oven. What the hell is he doing? What kind of breakfast is made in the oven? He turns away from me again to hurriedly open our new oven and get out the.... Wait... pizza?

I giggle quietly "You really just made pizza?", I ask. He looks up, slightly pouting. Then he comes closer, hugs me. "You like pizza, don't you?", he asks although he knows my answer. I'd die for pizza. As I smell the melted cheese, I shove him away, running towards my breakfast.

"Oh, come on, that's not fair!", I hear my boyfriend's quiet complaints, while I eat my beloved pizza. "You could've at least thanked me with a kiss. Even just a small peck...", he mumbles, watching me eat.

I smile. He's cute. I love him.