ᴀᴡ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ | ɴᴄᴛ |

forty four

Love isn't perfect.

You fight, you cry, and you made up again. A whole ciycle we repeat over and over again.

Sometimes the 'love' we fantasize about isn't even real. There is no love without fights, arguments and disagreements. We always dreamt about perfect love when we were younger, The one that made you feel like everything doesn't matter. It's just you and your love in this world.

But no, Love is, despite all your fights and arguments, you still feel wonders with a single touch with your love. Despite the disagreements and the silent treatments we still be looking out for each other in silence.

Love has no bounds, love has no gender, and love itself isn't perfect.

Sometimes, it takes the people to make their love felt perfect, and a lot of the times, we'd give up.

It's too hard, too tiring, too toxic.

Why would we need to repeat a cycle with the same person over and over again? Some people don't get the idea of love. Some people don't believe love.

And there's people like Jungwoo and Taeyong, the people who fear love.

Love sometimes doesn't felt real.

But there will be someone who will show you what love felt like.

For taeyong, that's Jaehyun.

I mustered up my courage for today, backing out isn't a choice today! I prepared a lot of things, Flowers? check. Dinner with his favourite food? check. Him?

Not check.

Shit! I forgot to tell him about my plans for today.

I'll just surprised him with this, he must've like this right? I heard Jaehyun fancies flowers, especially daisies (go read superhuman now). I took a deep breath and I called for a cab.

Don't be nervous Taeyong, it's just Jaehyun. He's upset and it's your fault therefore you need to make it up for him.

I hesistantly knock the door. But it doesn't open.

Is he out? but I saw his car outside. I knock again, twice this time. But still no answer.

I checked my watch, 2:54pm. There's no way he's still sleeping, Jaehyun usually wakes up at 8. Where is he?

I straighten my posture and knock again.

My face brightens when I saw the door being opened by..

a women in messy clothes.

Love is a lot of things, love can be euphoric, love can be high, love can also hurts.

Who..?

"who are you?" the women asked.

I froze. Is it too late again? Did I fucked up my only chance at love again?

The bouquet of flower falls from my hand, and the secret note hidden inside the flowers fell out, but I couldn't care less.

Is it karma? Does cupid truly hates me?

The women is still staring at me with her brown eyes. She has a slim figure and she has a hourglass body shape.

And Jaehyun never said he was gay.

I couldn't believe it, I can't. He lose his interest in me. What should I do now?

"Jaeyoon? who is it?" That voice.

The voice I missed so much.

The women stepped away to let Jaehyun see me, His eyes went wide

"Taeyong hyung? What are you doing here?" His beautiful eyes never leaves mine.

My Jaehyun,

but he was never mine in the first place.

My chest tightens as I felt the air around me suffocate me. It was too much. Way too much.

Before he can hold me, I already ran away leaving the bouquets of daisies in front of his porch.

I was never comfortable with love anyways.