We Got Married? 우리는 결혼 이눔

Juliette

Jjong P. O. V. 

         We ran back through the market and got back into my car. I drove and sang to the radio as she watched me and sang along when she knew the song. We were both still using Google translate to talk to each other but every now and then when we could talk we did. Her voice is high pitched like an angel, or like an innocent little girl, however i could tell she was anything but, some of the way that the translate apps translated were strange but she would giggle and cover her face when it happened. It was so cute. Then suddenly she turned off the radio and started a song on her phone. It was Gwiyomi song. She giggled suddenly and smiled making me look over at her as we pulled up to another light. She was doing the dance and mouthing the words. It. Was. So. Cute.

        'If that is your agyeo then i know a makane who does it better.' I joked with her. Then it went quiet. I looked over as i started driving again and she was playing with her hands looking down so her face was covered. I made her sad. I did'nt know what to do! Americans are different than Koreans! I took a chance and grabbed her hand in mine and stroked her knuckles gently. She looked at our hands but said and did nothing else. So, i started to sing LoveSickness to her and laced our fingers together. She closed her hand against mine and i smiled as we pulled up to a small house. It was red bricked with a black door and our names on the mailbox. I continued to sing and turned off the car. She went to get out but i held her hand, turned to her having stopped singing for a moment until she looked at me.

        I smiled and sang looking into her eyes, "Eojjidoelji moreugesseo yageun neobakke eobseo. Mot sal geoya na neol nochimyeon. Mot sal geoya na neol nochimyeon." She looked startled but smiled none the less and looked around then slowly pulled our hands apart, like she didn't want to. I smiled and climbed out of the car, gathering my bags from the car and she got her things then we walked into the gate that led to our new home for the next year. 

Skylina P.O.V.

        We ran through the crowds again, holding hands i might add. We got into the car and drove off. We still talked in Google translate but it was fine. There were some things that got translated strangely or just sounded dirty and i couldn't help but laugh a bit. We listened to music and sang and just kind of hung out in the car having fun. I wanted to be cute and do my Gwiyomi song for him but i wanted to practice first. SO i turned off the radio when we had stopped goofing around for a while and i turned it on my phone, doing the motions and mouthing the words in hangul. Then suddenly i heard him typing into his phone at a light, 'If that is your being cute then i know a younger member who can do it better.' Suddenly came from his direction but he had a smile on his face. It kind of hurt to know he didn't think i was cute but more the part that bothered me was that he told me and laughed about it. So I turned off the song and sat back in my sat picking at my nail polish that i did just for him.

        He must have felt bad because he stopped laughing and pulled off again. I stared at my hands or out the window, but then i felt something warm grab my hand and i looked to see our fingers and hands entwined. If i could have blushed i would have it was so sweet that he was trying to make me feel better, even going as far as to touch me which i know is a huge deal to Koreans for a man to touch a woman. It was nice to know he cared but i was fine and i looked out the window feeling a bit better and suddenly he started to sing. The problem wasn't that he was singing, it was that he was singing Symptoms, so close to me, just for me, to make me feel better, and he was stroking my knuckles.

        He was being so sweet to me and cute and i couldn't help but hold his hand back at that point. However i couldn't look at him, if i did i would have died and attacked him at the same time. We pulled up to the house i envisioned and i smiled looking around. I went to get out of the car when he stopped singing suddenly and tugged on my hand which made me turn to him. He stared right into my eyes and sang the last lines of the song which translated to, 'If I can’t have you, I might die, I might go crazy, I don’t know what will happen. The only medicine is you. I can’t live if I lose you. I can’t live if I lose you.'