metanoia

05

all i want for christmas is you.

/

he. my three years long boyfriend, park jaehyung. a famous guitarist of a famous band who has a bunch of break up songs in their entire discography. i'm a very proud girlfriend about everything he did for the past three years. all the hard work, all the love that has given for himself, for his members, his fans, family, and i. i sometimes feel like i don't deserve this person, an angle that god sent to me, a guard who saved me.

"hey, i watched your stage from home. nice try dude, you hit the note perfectly. but, what's with that crack voice? u ok? i miss you."

that's it, i sent him a message. that's what i did for tonight. badly want to see him, but i can't.

"hi, how's life? still want a christmas gift or not?" i don't know what's going on his mind when he sent this.

"no, i don't think i need a gift."

/

she. my former chairmate in highschool. my best friend whom i asked to be my girlfriend three years ago. i gained so much confidence and strength from her. her words are like a good poison, her presence is my source of energy, and her existance means the world for me. i didn't know what i've done before to have this dainty and precious girl.

"hey, i believe you still on your phone? please come forward and take a look in front of your house."

/

there goes jae standing under the oak tree in front of his girlfriend's house. he smiles widely when she came, sitting on her wheel chair. both of them stay still on their own place. instead of talking or running to her, jae sent her a text.

"i know it's not the right christmas tree. but one question, are you sure you don't want this christmas gift underneath the creepy oak tree?"

"you idiot. aren't you freezing? i can see those hard working fingers trembling. come hereee! i can't wait to receive my christmas gift."

jae runs to her foolishly. he's babbling happily. he kneels down in front of her.

"so?" asked her.

"hug?" jae opened her arm widely.

"hug."

they are hugging each other, tightly. jae can feel his coat wet. it's her, sobbing. she holds his back hardly.

"hey... i'm here. i'm okay."

"why are you here? what about your friends? your concert? your fans?"

"it's already over two hours ago."

"your voice. you had a flu?"

"ehm.. yes, a little bit. so...?"

"so what?"

"happy with the gift, huh?"

"no. you're sick. i'm not happy."

"i'm not sick."

"but your voice said so."

"ok. hug."

"what?"

"hug me again. take me into your arms. maybe you're the cure to my flu."

"what if the flu likes me?"

"so, i'am the flu because i like you. merry christmas. i love you. don't cry, the flu doesn't like tears, the flu likes you only."

like the other romance christmas love story. they kissed under the mistletoe. the flu may not go right away, but the warm and pleasant christmas eve eases the longing between them.