In Love

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Waikiki + I’m In Love + rain = FANFIC

Waikiki -> I was sooooo jealous of the fan who met and saw (and even took pix with) Hwangbo in Waikiki..

I’m In Love -> Narsha’s song. I fell in love with it, the first time I heard it (while watching Khuntoria)

Rain -> It rained today!!!! So it was not so hot..

It was a happy, lazy Sunday, and the Bruha was ^_________^!!

This is for Bebelab. I love Bri-bo and am a shipper(since Storm began), but I’m still aboard the Ssangchu Ship.. Kaya lng akoy namamangka sa tatlong ilog na!!

And also for Ryuuki!!

Sorry if it's crappy and the plot is weird... I'm still sleepy!!

Comments and suggestions are very welcome (as usual)..

And yeah, let's just pretend that's Hwangbo in the Pic.. hehehehe.. Sorry my Photo Editing skills are uhhhmmm, okay i have no skill at all!!!
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The hustle and bustle of the busy streets did not seem to bother you today. You’re one who never likes the rain, but you came out wrapped in your windbreaker and an umbrella in one hand. The drive was long as it was a busy time of the day, but you did not mind because you have an impressive ability to block out other things and focus.

Today, you did not want it to bother you, but it just did. Despite the rain and the cold winds, you found it necessary to come out.

This morning you woke up and found yourself alone in your bed, in your room, in your apartment. It was not something new and you liked it better that way, but at that moment, it felt weird. There was a slight tug, a pang in your heart. Somehow, you thought, that when you open your eyes today, she will be there, that she will be right by your side, that when you open your eyes she will be the first thing you see.

She’s leaving today, well not for good, but she is leaving the country for a few days.

Last night while she was packing her things, you asked her how long will she be gone. She laughed and said that if she loves it there so much, she might not come back. It was meant as a joke, but you found yourself unsettled for the rest of the night.

You were not used to this setting. You were always one to leave, one to go away, one to take random trips for work, for soul searching, for vacations, for fun. And she was always the one waiting for you at home, waiting for you to come home.

She was always the one waiting for you, and you were always the one coming home to her.

You glanced at the other person at the passenger seat. She was talking animatedly on the phone. She seemed happy, excited, giddy. You were happy for her. Of course, you were. After all, Waikiki was beautiful and relaxing, and she deserves to take that vacation. But, the thought of her going away played tricks on your mind.

You pulled over as you reached the entrance of the airport.

She smiled at you, “Komawo.. for taking me to the airport..”

You sighed, it was not something you wanted to do and you did not want her to leave, too, but it would be stupid not to take her to the airport when you were feeling uneasy, when you were feeling like she was going away for good.

She fished her handbag from the backseat of your Cayenne, and smiled, “I cooked some food for you, it’s in the fridge. Just heat it up in the microwave when you’re hungry, okay?”

She smiled and opened the door.

You panicked as you watched her open the door of the car.

And on impulse, you grabbed hold of her hand. You do not know why, but you just did.

She turned to look at you, a confused look on her eyes. You continued to hold her wrist tightly as you stared at her—her cat-like eyes, her aristocratic nose, her full lips. You did not want her to go, and you knew you were going to miss her so badly, you feel like your heart was going to break into a million pieces, but it would be selfish of you to ask her to stay.

So, you let go of her wrist, “Call me right away when you arrive in Waikiki, okay?”

She nodded and exited the vehicle.

You watched her retreating back, and felt your heart twinge.

Right and there, you know you loved her, but did not know how to say it. You’ve been seeing each other and practically living together for almost two years now, but there was never a confession of love. She did not say it, and you did not either. As Seo Inyoung used to say, ‘It was not your style’. Besides, you were not really sure if you felt it.

But now, it was clear. You were just stupid enough not to see. You loved her.

You took out your phone and dialled.

“Hyejungah..”, you said, she turned around to face the car and looked at you.

“Wae?”, she asked.

“Enjoy your vacation.”, you told her.

She smiled, and nodded, “Yes, I will..”

“And Hyejungah..”, you hesitated, “I love you…”

You pressed the End Call button, released the hand brake of your car, and drove away.

She stood there—frozen, immobile—watching as the car sped away. She was obviously stunned.

You let out a sigh of relief. There, you finally said it.

I thought I’m never gonna fall in love. But I’m in love ‘coz I wanna love you baby!