What Love Is (re-written)
Pairing : Peter Hyun / you, Peter / OC, mentioned Chance and Sky of OneWay
Genre : Fanfiction Romance, G
Summary : If you could define love, how would it be like?
It was a usual day in Seoul. I was sitting next to the floor-to-ceiling glass window with my knees folded against my chest, hands covering the knees. I was staring blankly at the view outside. It’s raining. The glass felt cold on my cheek. Somewhat, I felt strangely contented. Strangely, considering the state I was in at the moment. Thoughts were running around in my head. Absentmindedly, I let out a sigh.
“Hey, what’s with the sigh?” the sound startled me a bit. Turning my head, I smiled to the person who’s then sitting down next to me, poking my cheek playfully. He’s Peter, my next door neighbor. We were living on the same floor in this 25-floors apartment building. We had known each others for years so it’s a habit for us to barge into each other’s apartment. Well, he’s got my key anyway.
“Hey, Pete. How’s the recording?” He’s a member of a well-known R&B band and he’s currently working on their new album. The 3-members band was a massive hit last year and they already had platinum award only after a year of their debut.
“Doin’ fine. Still needs polishing here and there though. Chance and Sky are working that out. They said I needed rest and practically kicked me out of the studio” he laughed a little. I could see the circles around his eyes indicating how he really did need some rest. He’s been working very hard in his musical career and he seemed to enjoy it very much despite of the lesser and lesser time he had for rest. Like now.
“How’s your article coming up?” He asked me. His right palm rested on my right waist, pulling me closer and rested his head on my shoulder.
“Doin’ fine.” I copied his words, “Just needed few closing sentences or some words to make it…” I paused and made air quotation, “‘literally readable’ like my editor said.”
He chuckled. His chuckles sounded very melodious to me. “I heard sarcasm dripping all over your words.”
I tilted my face a bit to his direction and pouted. “She can be really really mean sometimes.”
“Bear with her. You know you are good.” He pulled me closer and nuzzled his nose in my neck.
I was a part time journalist for a travelling blog. I traveled a lot. If I wasn’t travelling, like at that moment, I would spend it in my apartment, just enjoying my time alone. It’s a nice job; I liked how I didn’t have to spend my time in the office from nine until five. Plus, the pay was good.
We sat in comfort silence. Both of us were looking out the glass window, watching the pitter patter of the rain on the glass surface. It was a cold afternoon but somehow I felt warm in his embrace. We often did this kind of thing when we’re together. We’re very close although we’re not a couple.
“Hey, the rain’s stopped,” he said looking out the window, distracting me from my own thoughts. He straightened his head. And I already missed his head on my shoulder. There’s a tingle of disappointment inside.
“Yeah.”
He moved a bit. “How about we go out now? Let’s grab coffee or something,” he suggested.
“I don’t know…” I hesitated. My plan for that day was actually only stay at home enjoying my time.
“Come on…” he nudged my rib playfully. “It’s been a long time since we hang out together.”
“Uhm… Okay”
“Cool. Let’s hit the road” he stood up and ruffled my hair while laughing.
“Hey! What’s that for?”
He just laughed it off, taking his jacket and his car keys on his way out. I stayed still. The warmness somehow still lingered on where he touched me. “Wait up!!” I followed him outside my apartment.
The café we went to was surprisingly almost empty. It’s not that that was a problem anyway, since I liked it the most because of its coziness and soothing atmosphere. While other people liked it loud and noisy, I like it better with the opposite. Peter chose the table in the corner. It’s quite secluded from the main entry. We sat across each other in the leather seats.
He ordered a Caramel Macchiato and Mango Pie whereas I ordered an Espresso with Chocolate Truffle as side dish. Sweet and bitter, just the way I like it. Both of us were enjoying our coffee and cakes. We’re chatting and laughing in between.
He’s laughing very hard at some lame jokes I shared. I stared at him, amazed on how beautiful his voice was even though it was only a laugh. If I could own a remote control that can control the time, I would click the pause button. I would rewind this moment and repeat it over and over again. And then save it, burn it in my brain for eternity.
“Pete, what is love do you think?” I blurted out suddenly.
He stopped laughing. Stared at me a moment and smiled that usual smile of him. “Why’d you ask?”
I shrugged my shoulder. “Out of curiosity, I guess...”
He stared at me again for few seconds. “Well…” he gazed away and sipped his half-drank Macchiato. He put the cup on the table before he continued, eyes still gazing and smiled, “Love is when you feel butterflies… starts from your stomach up to your spines. It’s like…” he paused for a moment, probably thinking about his next words, “… every time you see that person… it feels weird and delicious and in the end the feeling itself… it gets you addicted. And then you can’t stand for not being able to see, nor hear that person’s voice, not to be near him…”
I fixed my eyes on his face. I capture every detail with my brain, didn’t even blink my eyes, and felt afraid to do so.
He continued after sipping his drink once more, his eyes soften as if he’s daydreaming. “It’s when you found every flaw on that person, and think that it’s perfection… The rights and wrongs are all forgotten…and… and you think that he is beautiful… even in the ugliest of days…,” he chuckled at his own sentence.
“It’s when he becomes the whole world in your eyes…and…you’d be more than willing to do anything…just for that particular person….,” he sighed and continued, " I think that love is that fierce protection you feel toward a certain person…when you can’t get him out of your head… His smile burned in your eyes…. His laugh is like…music to your ears. And eventually you realize that you can’t live without the person.” Finishing it with contented smile, he gazed back at me. I felt my heart was about to explode.
“So, that means I’m in love with you Pete” I desperately wanted to say that to him. Explaining how he has stolen my heart, giving me those weird feelings and deep blushing every time he smiled or looked at me or at those times when he simply wiped the bangs covered my eyes. “I’m in love with you, Pete.” I wanted to say that; screaming it out aloud if needed.
I opened my lips.
I locked my eyes with those beautiful dark eyes of him which has never failed to capture my heart. “Cheesy.”
“What?!”
“Heheheheheh…. Kidding.” I grinned widely. “So, it means you do love her that much, don’t you?” I teased him.
Although deep in my heart I felt knives stabbed me over and over and over….
“Aish… stop teasing me. Of course I love her.” He was blushing.
Yeah, I know. That’s why I couldn’t tell you what I wanted to tell you all this time.
He suddenly looked back at me as if he realized something, “Ow! Are you in love? Aw!! My little sister’s finally grown up! Who is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!!” He widened his eyes and shook my shoulders eagerly.
Yes, I’m in love. I’m in love with you.
I smiled.
I looked at my watch, getting away from his grip. I was afraid that if I saw his face, I’d cry.
09.30.
“Okay, it’s about time to get you home.” I stood up, wearing my jacket as I did so.
“Hey! You haven’t answered…. my question yet!” he stood up also and fumbling with his leather jacket.
I walked towards the parking lot, leaving him behind. The tears dangerously threaten to fall by any second and I quickened my pace.
“Hey! Wait up!” I heard his shout.
I sighed and wait for a while next to his car on the driver’s side. “I’ll drive, okay?”
“Huh? Why?”
“Well, at the state you’re in, I’m afraid that my life is in danger. Admit it, you’re a bad driver.”
He hesitated for a while.
“Come on. I’ll drive, okay? We have to stay alive. You have to stay alive.” I chuckled a bit, “well, at least until your wedding next month.”
“Fine.” He gave in and threw me the car’s key.
“You know what….you’ll make a great wife one day.” He giggled as he settled in the passenger’s seat, closing his eyes.
I slid in and turned the ignition on before I stared once again at his face.
The only love that I had was only for you and it was unrequited. It was one-sided love and I never had the courage to tell you.
I don’t think that I will ever love anyone else besides you, even worse, to become someone else’s wife.
I smiled bitterly. Pushed the gas pedal and going home.
The night sky of Seoul was surprisingly clear after a whole-day rain. Not that it mattered, since for me the sky will never look blue anymore.
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A/N : So, this was written a while ago... Then I felt unsatisfied... LOL. So, this is the revised one. I personally like this one better....
Genre : Fanfiction Romance, G
Summary : If you could define love, how would it be like?
It was a usual day in Seoul. I was sitting next to the floor-to-ceiling glass window with my knees folded against my chest, hands covering the knees. I was staring blankly at the view outside. It’s raining. The glass felt cold on my cheek. Somewhat, I felt strangely contented. Strangely, considering the state I was in at the moment. Thoughts were running around in my head. Absentmindedly, I let out a sigh.
“Hey, what’s with the sigh?” the sound startled me a bit. Turning my head, I smiled to the person who’s then sitting down next to me, poking my cheek playfully. He’s Peter, my next door neighbor. We were living on the same floor in this 25-floors apartment building. We had known each others for years so it’s a habit for us to barge into each other’s apartment. Well, he’s got my key anyway.
“Hey, Pete. How’s the recording?” He’s a member of a well-known R&B band and he’s currently working on their new album. The 3-members band was a massive hit last year and they already had platinum award only after a year of their debut.
“Doin’ fine. Still needs polishing here and there though. Chance and Sky are working that out. They said I needed rest and practically kicked me out of the studio” he laughed a little. I could see the circles around his eyes indicating how he really did need some rest. He’s been working very hard in his musical career and he seemed to enjoy it very much despite of the lesser and lesser time he had for rest. Like now.
“How’s your article coming up?” He asked me. His right palm rested on my right waist, pulling me closer and rested his head on my shoulder.
“Doin’ fine.” I copied his words, “Just needed few closing sentences or some words to make it…” I paused and made air quotation, “‘literally readable’ like my editor said.”
He chuckled. His chuckles sounded very melodious to me. “I heard sarcasm dripping all over your words.”
I tilted my face a bit to his direction and pouted. “She can be really really mean sometimes.”
“Bear with her. You know you are good.” He pulled me closer and nuzzled his nose in my neck.
I was a part time journalist for a travelling blog. I traveled a lot. If I wasn’t travelling, like at that moment, I would spend it in my apartment, just enjoying my time alone. It’s a nice job; I liked how I didn’t have to spend my time in the office from nine until five. Plus, the pay was good.
We sat in comfort silence. Both of us were looking out the glass window, watching the pitter patter of the rain on the glass surface. It was a cold afternoon but somehow I felt warm in his embrace. We often did this kind of thing when we’re together. We’re very close although we’re not a couple.
“Hey, the rain’s stopped,” he said looking out the window, distracting me from my own thoughts. He straightened his head. And I already missed his head on my shoulder. There’s a tingle of disappointment inside.
“Yeah.”
He moved a bit. “How about we go out now? Let’s grab coffee or something,” he suggested.
“I don’t know…” I hesitated. My plan for that day was actually only stay at home enjoying my time.
“Come on…” he nudged my rib playfully. “It’s been a long time since we hang out together.”
“Uhm… Okay”
“Cool. Let’s hit the road” he stood up and ruffled my hair while laughing.
“Hey! What’s that for?”
He just laughed it off, taking his jacket and his car keys on his way out. I stayed still. The warmness somehow still lingered on where he touched me. “Wait up!!” I followed him outside my apartment.
The café we went to was surprisingly almost empty. It’s not that that was a problem anyway, since I liked it the most because of its coziness and soothing atmosphere. While other people liked it loud and noisy, I like it better with the opposite. Peter chose the table in the corner. It’s quite secluded from the main entry. We sat across each other in the leather seats.
He ordered a Caramel Macchiato and Mango Pie whereas I ordered an Espresso with Chocolate Truffle as side dish. Sweet and bitter, just the way I like it. Both of us were enjoying our coffee and cakes. We’re chatting and laughing in between.
He’s laughing very hard at some lame jokes I shared. I stared at him, amazed on how beautiful his voice was even though it was only a laugh. If I could own a remote control that can control the time, I would click the pause button. I would rewind this moment and repeat it over and over again. And then save it, burn it in my brain for eternity.
“Pete, what is love do you think?” I blurted out suddenly.
He stopped laughing. Stared at me a moment and smiled that usual smile of him. “Why’d you ask?”
I shrugged my shoulder. “Out of curiosity, I guess...”
He stared at me again for few seconds. “Well…” he gazed away and sipped his half-drank Macchiato. He put the cup on the table before he continued, eyes still gazing and smiled, “Love is when you feel butterflies… starts from your stomach up to your spines. It’s like…” he paused for a moment, probably thinking about his next words, “… every time you see that person… it feels weird and delicious and in the end the feeling itself… it gets you addicted. And then you can’t stand for not being able to see, nor hear that person’s voice, not to be near him…”
I fixed my eyes on his face. I capture every detail with my brain, didn’t even blink my eyes, and felt afraid to do so.
He continued after sipping his drink once more, his eyes soften as if he’s daydreaming. “It’s when you found every flaw on that person, and think that it’s perfection… The rights and wrongs are all forgotten…and… and you think that he is beautiful… even in the ugliest of days…,” he chuckled at his own sentence.
“It’s when he becomes the whole world in your eyes…and…you’d be more than willing to do anything…just for that particular person….,” he sighed and continued, " I think that love is that fierce protection you feel toward a certain person…when you can’t get him out of your head… His smile burned in your eyes…. His laugh is like…music to your ears. And eventually you realize that you can’t live without the person.” Finishing it with contented smile, he gazed back at me. I felt my heart was about to explode.
“So, that means I’m in love with you Pete” I desperately wanted to say that to him. Explaining how he has stolen my heart, giving me those weird feelings and deep blushing every time he smiled or looked at me or at those times when he simply wiped the bangs covered my eyes. “I’m in love with you, Pete.” I wanted to say that; screaming it out aloud if needed.
I opened my lips.
I locked my eyes with those beautiful dark eyes of him which has never failed to capture my heart. “Cheesy.”
“What?!”
“Heheheheheh…. Kidding.” I grinned widely. “So, it means you do love her that much, don’t you?” I teased him.
Although deep in my heart I felt knives stabbed me over and over and over….
“Aish… stop teasing me. Of course I love her.” He was blushing.
Yeah, I know. That’s why I couldn’t tell you what I wanted to tell you all this time.
He suddenly looked back at me as if he realized something, “Ow! Are you in love? Aw!! My little sister’s finally grown up! Who is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!!” He widened his eyes and shook my shoulders eagerly.
Yes, I’m in love. I’m in love with you.
I smiled.
I looked at my watch, getting away from his grip. I was afraid that if I saw his face, I’d cry.
09.30.
“Okay, it’s about time to get you home.” I stood up, wearing my jacket as I did so.
“Hey! You haven’t answered…. my question yet!” he stood up also and fumbling with his leather jacket.
I walked towards the parking lot, leaving him behind. The tears dangerously threaten to fall by any second and I quickened my pace.
“Hey! Wait up!” I heard his shout.
I sighed and wait for a while next to his car on the driver’s side. “I’ll drive, okay?”
“Huh? Why?”
“Well, at the state you’re in, I’m afraid that my life is in danger. Admit it, you’re a bad driver.”
He hesitated for a while.
“Come on. I’ll drive, okay? We have to stay alive. You have to stay alive.” I chuckled a bit, “well, at least until your wedding next month.”
“Fine.” He gave in and threw me the car’s key.
“You know what….you’ll make a great wife one day.” He giggled as he settled in the passenger’s seat, closing his eyes.
I slid in and turned the ignition on before I stared once again at his face.
The only love that I had was only for you and it was unrequited. It was one-sided love and I never had the courage to tell you.
I don’t think that I will ever love anyone else besides you, even worse, to become someone else’s wife.
I smiled bitterly. Pushed the gas pedal and going home.
The night sky of Seoul was surprisingly clear after a whole-day rain. Not that it mattered, since for me the sky will never look blue anymore.
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A/N : So, this was written a while ago... Then I felt unsatisfied... LOL. So, this is the revised one. I personally like this one better....