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Chapter 53: The Last

(a/n: you're reading the last chapter of this book)

"Does this sound good?" Jisung asked as the track played on the computer, and Changbin and Chan listened to it intently. The perfect blend of beats along with the rhythm of the lyrics sounded amazing. After all, it was the final track of the album, and like all the other tracks, this one was supposed to be outstanding as well.

Once the music ended, Chan adorably clapped his hands and Changbin spoke, "It sounds great! We just have to coordinate the voices with the melody better."

"Yes, that's what I was thinking," Chan agreed.

"Let's work on tha-" Jisung began, but was interrupted by the ringing of Chan's phone.

Chan apologetically checked his phone and saw that it was a call from Aisha. He left the studio and picked up the call, "Hello?"

"Can you come to the door? I need to talk to you," came her voice, and he perplexedly said a little 'yes'.

As he walked to the door, he realized that it was raining heavily outside. Perhaps the sound of the loud music had drowned out the sound of the heavy downpour. And that's when it struck him – Aisha was probably standing out in the rain.

He sprinted to the main door and opened it to see Aisha standing there totally drenched, raindrops dripping from her hair and a bag in her hands.

"Oh, my god! You're wet, come inside," he ushered her inside, and she walked inside, stepping on the doormat and swiping her shoes on it.

"It's past 12 in the night, what are you doing here?" Chan questioned in concern, worrying over what she had to talk about that it was so urgent for her to visit him in the middle of the night.

She dropped her bag to the side, and with her soaked clothes, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered, "Happy birthday, Chan."

She parted, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, catching him off-guard in his state of worry. He had thought there was something bad in store for him, but he was glad that the scene wasn't turning out how he had pictured it to be.

Instead, he was overjoyed – and slightly emotional – upon seeing her visit him late at night to be there with him in person to wish him a happy birthday.

"Thanks..." he spoke, still in a daze. She chuckled.

"You shouldn't have come alone at night; it's not safe, you know?" Chan spoke, and she nodded, saying,
"I know, but coming here to surprise you was worth it."

"Why are you like this?" he laughed, pulling her close for another hug.

Once they parted, he asked, "What's in that bag?"

"Well, it's a piece that I have been working on for so long. I was thinking to keep it to myself, but I changed my mind," she declared and picked up the bag she had dropped, drawing out a small canvas sheet.

And as Chan saw the sketch, he realized that it was him she had drawn. Patterns of honeycombs decorated his background, and while his eyes were shown dazed, there was a flower covering his mouth, while a large butterfly was displayed next to it. He almost lost his breath when he laid his eyes on it.

"Did you like it?" she asked, ecstatic, and he nodded, as if in a trance.

"Thank you so much for this, Aisha," he solemnly spoke, and she locked eyes with him, stepping forward to peck him on the lips, and she then spoke, "I have something else for you too."

"Really?" Chan spoke, and he saw the change of emotion on Aisha's face.

"Chan, I think there's something you should know," she earnestly started.

"O-Okay," he stammered, his inhibitions starting to take over his mind.

"We might or might not share the same thoughts on this, but... but I feel something..."

"Like?" he couldn't help but ask, growing nervous.

"Chan," she held his hands, looked straight into his eyes, and confessed, "I'm in love with you."

His breath hitched in his throat.

"I know this might be too early to say something like this, but I can't help but feel this way. Like we're meant to be; like you're my home. We've known each other for a few months only, but don't you feel that connection wherein you just feel like... feel like you form a deep bond with someone and losing them would feel like losing a part of yourself? I might be scaring you with my sudden confession but-"

Chan didn't give her a chance to complete, as he gently cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her passionately, trying to convey how he felt the same way for her; because this feeling of new love and admiration and respect for each other had quickly developed into something way deeper than what both of them could understand.

As they slowly parted, he kept his hands on her cheeks and closed the space between them, their noses touching, and replied, "I love you more, Aisha. In every way."

She smiled, her eyes creasing on the sides, as she whimpered, "I love you so much..."

"I do too, but more," he grinningly spoke.

They then heard a loud gasp from the far end of the living room, and they turned to see the rest of the boys cheering for them.

"A DECLARATION OF LOVE AT LAST!" Jisung cried in joy.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long!" Felix smiled the brightest.

"Guys-" Chan started.

"I CAN DIE IN PEACE NOW!" Hyunjin acted out dying, sinking to the floor in his act.

Chan looked back at Aisha, who was laughing at the scene, a hint of crimson on her cheeks, making her look adorable. She felt his eyes on her, and she looked at him.

At that moment, both of them didn't pay any heed to the drama before them. It was a moment they couldn't fail to cherish, and happily looking at each other, Chan pulled Aisha close to him.

And they kissed again.

(a/n: Do you realize that I didn't write 'the end' yet? Because this isn't the end!

THERE'S AN EPILOGUE COMING UP! Stay tuned!

Also, all the paintings and sketches shown do not belong to me, so all credits to the talented artists!)