let's kiss under the sunlight; myungsoo/suzy
Let's Kiss Under the Sunlight ; one-shot
2287 words | PG-13
myungsoo / suzy (myungzy)
Summary: It’s Wednesday when he confesses a cheesy confession of roses and letters-or, not really. (It's their love journey together, and no one else's).
let's kiss under the sunlight
It’s Wednesday when he confesses a cheesy confession of roses and letters-or, not really.
While stealing shy glances with red cheeks, he nervously fumbles with his fingers, as he stammers out blue, green, yellow and pink words of ‘I like you’ and ‘I hope you do too’. And he stands there, his left shoulder leaning against the locker, waiting for her answer and he thinks-he’s almost sure-that she’ll say ‘no, I’m sorry but I don’t like you’. He can almost hear his heart rip apart, even before she opens her mouth, but what she says is not something he expects.
It’s all a blur, actually, but he’s happy, happy, and very happy when he, exactly twenty seconds after, stumbles out of the school with a wide grin on his face, walking on shaky legs and the words that she told him while she smiled shyly with rosy cheeks in shades of red, echoes in his head.
“I like you, too.”
In the midst of trying to make sure that this is reality and not some dream with unicorns and rainbows, he walks into someone-
“It’s real,” he chokes out when he feels the pain spreading in his head, and he's smiling (oh, he can’t seem to stop smiling), breathing in and out and then he jumps. “It’s real!”
The person he walked into shoots him glares, but decides that he should let it slide as the younger boy seems to not notice him even, so he shrugs and begins walking away, leaving a screaming Kim Myungsoo alone while he jumps up and down, and yes, it’s like he’s bursting of joy, drowning in happiness.
People have never seen him like this. But then again, not everyone can make him act that way. Only one person.
The fisherman’s beautiful daughter, Bae Suzy.
Three weeks after, he holds her hand for the first time, and it almost hurts or well, his heart hurts; it pounds so hard-thump-thump-thump-that he’s afraid it’ll jump out of his chest. But he doesn’t let go, despite the pain, and it all gets better when she smiles at him (and she’s shining like sunlight, Myungsoo thinks but he tosses the thought away because it’s way too cheesy) and squeezes his hand.
It’s their first date, and Myungsoo doesn’t say it, but it’s his birthday. (Another cheesy thought enters his mind-this is the best birthday present-so he makes a mental note to himself saying that he shouldn’t hang out too much with Woohyun anymore).
“What do you want to do?” he asks.
“I’d like to,” Suzy says but pauses and starts thinking with her eyebrows furrowed, like a little child, and Myungsoo melts like he’s butter and she’s the sun, “I’d like to sit on a café. I-it’s how I imagine my first date, actually…”
Suddenly, Myungsoo sees crimson flowers staining Suzy’s cheeks and he frowns a little before he realizes that she’s blushing. Oh. “It’s okay,” he tells her quickly, and none of them notices it, but he intertwines their fingers. “Go on, tell me.”
And she tells him. Bae Suzy’s dream date is to drink coffee (she loves coffee, and Myungsoo awkwardly tells her that he loves tea-blueberry tea) on a cozy café, while sitting across from each other by the window, and she would like to talk about books and movies. She also says that she doesn’t need anything more than that. A coffee date is all she wants.
So he smiles. He smiles and smiles and he thinks he’s like an idiot, so pathetically in love, but he still smiles. Myungsoo squeezes her hand and then drags her to Sunshine Café, a cozy place, and he leads her to a seat near the window, and they sit down, across from each other, Suzy orders coffee and Myungsoo orders blueberry tea. He doesn’t know much about books, but he listens anyways, listens carefully, when she talks. He likes her voice, the way it’s so soft yet so deep and full of melodies, so he leans a little closer to be able to hear it better.
She smiles, and he melts. Again.
Their first kiss is clumsy, but it’s pure and white like snow. Lips against lips and it stays like that in a few seconds, before he reaches out to pull her closer and they break free to meet each other’s eyes, sees each other’s red cheeks, and their second kiss happens on the same day, twenty-three seconds after the first kiss.
Suzy with her short, black hair, Myungsoo with his blue hoodie, and yeah, it’s all clumsy and childish but Myungsoo couldn’t ask for anything better.
(His heart really does jump out of his chest and into Suzy’s hands today).
One year passes by before they know it, and it’s become a habit to spend Fridays at Sunshine Café, where they sit across from each other with warm drinks and pastries and Suzy talks about books while Myungsoo scribbles down book-titles she recommends so that he can buy them to read later on.
Now it’s natural to hold hands; in fact, their hands reaches out to each other unconsciously, finding warmth and they stay like that-intertwined-until one of them absolutely has to break free. But they always find each other again, no matter what or where.
While sitting on the train home, it’s Suzy’s head on Myungsoo’s shoulder, and now that it’s winter, Myungsoo likes to hold her hand with both his hands, and he finds himself leaning down to kiss her forehead once in a while. And he doesn’t really see it, but Suzy does-she sees his red cheeks and hears his heartbeats, but it’s one of the many reasons why it’s still Myungsoo in her heart, why it’s always been him and always will be.
Their first break up is painful as a stab in the heart, and it's as red as blood, and grey as rainy days.
They don’t want to, but there are doors slamming and hurtful words thrown out. They don’t want to, but they scream and yell at each other and doesn’t even comfort each other when tears are streaming down. They don’t want to, but they’re playing heartless, none of them wants to give in and apologize.
And she doesn’t want to, but Suzy’s yelling at him with a dry throat, telling him to get the hell out of here and he doesn’t want to, either, but he says fine I’m done before grabbing his jacket, angrily pulls out the couple-ring they bought for one and a half year ago, throws it on the floor and gets the hell out of there.
There’s only silence and regretful stares in the school-hallway and everyone wonders why and what happened but none of them says anything. Friends gets worried because they’re both refusing to even say anything, parents are worried because all they both do is to lock themselves in their rooms, refusing to eat or drink anything.
It’s midnight, three weeks after, when Myungsoo shows up and now there’s lips against lips and promises of I’m never going to let this happen again and please take me back to I’ve missed you. And they hug all night while looking at stars, feeling whole again because they’re together and holding hands like they used to.
People thinks they’re married; the way they go hand in hand while talking to each other with smiles and loving eyes about books and things other teenage couples doesn’t talk about. And Suzy can only blush and laugh awkwardly when a mid-aged woman tells her this. No, no, we’ve been together for a long time-four years-that’s all. We’re not married or anything.
This is what she says but when the woman walks away, mumbling something about ‘you two do look good together as a married couple, though’ Suzy smiles to herself and thinks that it would be nice-
“It would be nice, wouldn’t it?” she asks Myungsoo where they sit on a bench in the park, and he’s reading one of those books she’d recommended him.
“What would?” he asks in a whisper, his eyes on the words and he plays with her hand.
“To get married.”
Myungsoo stops reading and looks up. He smiles. “But it’s too early.”
She sighs, and leans her head against his head. “I know, but still.”
He puts down the book with a grin, and wraps his arms around her. “I love you,” he mumbles tiredly, with his mouth against her hair, taking in the lemon scent. “And yeah, it would be nice, I think so, too. I’d like-love-to see you in a wedding dress.”
Suzy presses her lips faintly against his jawline in a sloppy kiss and shifts so that she sits comfortably with her head against his shoulder and she beams.
“We should get married, someday, then.”
Myungsoo secretly smiles, and his hand slides into his left pocket, where he fumbles with a cold, silver ring.
Someday, he repeats in his head.
Suzy cries hard, smearing out mascara on her cheeks, destroying the make-up she’d struggled with to put on for today-their fifth year together-but she doesn’t care, doesn’t give a shit, because she’s too happy. She reaches out with trembling hands and takes the silver ring in his hand, and he helps her to put it on, before pulling her into a warm embrace. It’s been five years, but she thinks it’s amazing how her heart still manages to beat this way whenever he hugs her.
“T-thank you,” she chokes out and it’s nothing but a hoarse whisper and she’s not even sure he understands her, but he does.
Myungsoo hushes her with a faint kiss, wipes her tears away and kisses her eyes and cheeks and lips and they don’t care about the fact that everyone in the restaurant are staring-it’s almost like their first kiss, but less clumsy, and more passionate.
“You’re welcome,” he tells her between kisses, “Let’s get married.”
They try but it’s hard.
It’s hard, and Suzy goes to the doctor with a worried heart and asks why it doesn’t work, why she can’t seem to get a big stomach no matter how many times they try-and she returns home while choking on her tears, hitting at her heart and she cries until Myungsoo gets back from his job. He finds her pressed against a corner, arms around her legs which are pulled up against her chest, and he’s worried to death because why won’t you tell me anything, Suzy, damn it, say something-what happened, why are you crying?
“We c-can’t,” she chokes out, and it only makes her cry harder. “W-we can’t have a child, I won’t ever be able to have a baby with you; M-myungsoo-yah, I-”
He feels his heart fall with a thud to his stomach and he tries to press back the tears as he listens but he can’t. He reaches up to her as tears streams down and with trembling hands pulls her to him, and they hug and cry and it’s painful. It’s grey, black, and red. Suzy’s still trembling, she’s crying harder, and won’t stop; she soaks down his shirt but it doesn’t matter.
“I can’t g-get pregnant,” she whispers.
“Stop it,” he hushes. “There’s other ways. W-we can...adopt. Yeah, that’s right. We can do that, right?”
She nods. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I-I’m so sorry.”
He kisses her forehead, “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”
Myungsoo takes a day off-my wife isn’t feeling well, please understand-and she’s still sleeping when he makes breakfast and packs it all in a picnic bag together with coffee and tea and pastries. He waits a little more before he wakes her up, because he knows that she hasn’t been able to sleep well yesterday. Her eyes are swollen red, but he kisses them and tells her to take a shower.
“Why?”
“We’re going on a date today,” he replies, grinning. “It’s been awhile, huh?”
She nods. It takes another hour before they get outside the house, going hand in hand and Myungsoo doesn’t want to tell her what he’s planned for today even though she pouts. It’ll be a surprise, he says. And she sighs, giving up, before she leans her head against his shoulder.
They arrive by the beach first, and Suzy smiles widely because it’s been a long time since she last went here. They lay out a blanket on the sand, and eats the breakfast Myungsoo had prepared first, before taking off their shoes and now it feels as if they are teenagers again as they run in the sand and chasing each other in the water. Suzy laughs so loudly, and for a moment, she’s forgotten everything about yesterday, and so has Myungsoo.
They both stumble down on the sand and just lies still, Suzy with her head against his chest, and Myungsoo with his arms around her, and they talk and picks out old memories. Like that time when they sat by Han River on their fourth date; they were only childish children at that time, it seems like. Or that time when Suzy was so depressed that Myungsoo took her to a flower-field with a camera and took tons of pictures on her. He remembers how she screamed when he lifted her up in the air and she remembers the fluttering feeling in her heart when he’d kissed her under the moonlight the very same day.
“Myungsoo-ah.”
“What is it, Suzy?”
“Today,” she tells him, as the sunshine beams down on them, “let’s kiss under the sunlight.”
end.
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hi! thank you for reading and comments are very much appreciated. my myungzy feels omg ;uuu; ♥
before posted on aff: here
thank you and god bless!
2287 words | PG-13
myungsoo / suzy (myungzy)
Summary: It’s Wednesday when he confesses a cheesy confession of roses and letters-or, not really. (It's their love journey together, and no one else's).
let's kiss under the sunlight
It’s Wednesday when he confesses a cheesy confession of roses and letters-or, not really.
While stealing shy glances with red cheeks, he nervously fumbles with his fingers, as he stammers out blue, green, yellow and pink words of ‘I like you’ and ‘I hope you do too’. And he stands there, his left shoulder leaning against the locker, waiting for her answer and he thinks-he’s almost sure-that she’ll say ‘no, I’m sorry but I don’t like you’. He can almost hear his heart rip apart, even before she opens her mouth, but what she says is not something he expects.
It’s all a blur, actually, but he’s happy, happy, and very happy when he, exactly twenty seconds after, stumbles out of the school with a wide grin on his face, walking on shaky legs and the words that she told him while she smiled shyly with rosy cheeks in shades of red, echoes in his head.
“I like you, too.”
In the midst of trying to make sure that this is reality and not some dream with unicorns and rainbows, he walks into someone-
“It’s real,” he chokes out when he feels the pain spreading in his head, and he's smiling (oh, he can’t seem to stop smiling), breathing in and out and then he jumps. “It’s real!”
The person he walked into shoots him glares, but decides that he should let it slide as the younger boy seems to not notice him even, so he shrugs and begins walking away, leaving a screaming Kim Myungsoo alone while he jumps up and down, and yes, it’s like he’s bursting of joy, drowning in happiness.
People have never seen him like this. But then again, not everyone can make him act that way. Only one person.
The fisherman’s beautiful daughter, Bae Suzy.
Three weeks after, he holds her hand for the first time, and it almost hurts or well, his heart hurts; it pounds so hard-thump-thump-thump-that he’s afraid it’ll jump out of his chest. But he doesn’t let go, despite the pain, and it all gets better when she smiles at him (and she’s shining like sunlight, Myungsoo thinks but he tosses the thought away because it’s way too cheesy) and squeezes his hand.
It’s their first date, and Myungsoo doesn’t say it, but it’s his birthday. (Another cheesy thought enters his mind-this is the best birthday present-so he makes a mental note to himself saying that he shouldn’t hang out too much with Woohyun anymore).
“What do you want to do?” he asks.
“I’d like to,” Suzy says but pauses and starts thinking with her eyebrows furrowed, like a little child, and Myungsoo melts like he’s butter and she’s the sun, “I’d like to sit on a café. I-it’s how I imagine my first date, actually…”
Suddenly, Myungsoo sees crimson flowers staining Suzy’s cheeks and he frowns a little before he realizes that she’s blushing. Oh. “It’s okay,” he tells her quickly, and none of them notices it, but he intertwines their fingers. “Go on, tell me.”
And she tells him. Bae Suzy’s dream date is to drink coffee (she loves coffee, and Myungsoo awkwardly tells her that he loves tea-blueberry tea) on a cozy café, while sitting across from each other by the window, and she would like to talk about books and movies. She also says that she doesn’t need anything more than that. A coffee date is all she wants.
So he smiles. He smiles and smiles and he thinks he’s like an idiot, so pathetically in love, but he still smiles. Myungsoo squeezes her hand and then drags her to Sunshine Café, a cozy place, and he leads her to a seat near the window, and they sit down, across from each other, Suzy orders coffee and Myungsoo orders blueberry tea. He doesn’t know much about books, but he listens anyways, listens carefully, when she talks. He likes her voice, the way it’s so soft yet so deep and full of melodies, so he leans a little closer to be able to hear it better.
She smiles, and he melts. Again.
Their first kiss is clumsy, but it’s pure and white like snow. Lips against lips and it stays like that in a few seconds, before he reaches out to pull her closer and they break free to meet each other’s eyes, sees each other’s red cheeks, and their second kiss happens on the same day, twenty-three seconds after the first kiss.
Suzy with her short, black hair, Myungsoo with his blue hoodie, and yeah, it’s all clumsy and childish but Myungsoo couldn’t ask for anything better.
(His heart really does jump out of his chest and into Suzy’s hands today).
One year passes by before they know it, and it’s become a habit to spend Fridays at Sunshine Café, where they sit across from each other with warm drinks and pastries and Suzy talks about books while Myungsoo scribbles down book-titles she recommends so that he can buy them to read later on.
Now it’s natural to hold hands; in fact, their hands reaches out to each other unconsciously, finding warmth and they stay like that-intertwined-until one of them absolutely has to break free. But they always find each other again, no matter what or where.
While sitting on the train home, it’s Suzy’s head on Myungsoo’s shoulder, and now that it’s winter, Myungsoo likes to hold her hand with both his hands, and he finds himself leaning down to kiss her forehead once in a while. And he doesn’t really see it, but Suzy does-she sees his red cheeks and hears his heartbeats, but it’s one of the many reasons why it’s still Myungsoo in her heart, why it’s always been him and always will be.
Their first break up is painful as a stab in the heart, and it's as red as blood, and grey as rainy days.
They don’t want to, but there are doors slamming and hurtful words thrown out. They don’t want to, but they scream and yell at each other and doesn’t even comfort each other when tears are streaming down. They don’t want to, but they’re playing heartless, none of them wants to give in and apologize.
And she doesn’t want to, but Suzy’s yelling at him with a dry throat, telling him to get the hell out of here and he doesn’t want to, either, but he says fine I’m done before grabbing his jacket, angrily pulls out the couple-ring they bought for one and a half year ago, throws it on the floor and gets the hell out of there.
There’s only silence and regretful stares in the school-hallway and everyone wonders why and what happened but none of them says anything. Friends gets worried because they’re both refusing to even say anything, parents are worried because all they both do is to lock themselves in their rooms, refusing to eat or drink anything.
It’s midnight, three weeks after, when Myungsoo shows up and now there’s lips against lips and promises of I’m never going to let this happen again and please take me back to I’ve missed you. And they hug all night while looking at stars, feeling whole again because they’re together and holding hands like they used to.
People thinks they’re married; the way they go hand in hand while talking to each other with smiles and loving eyes about books and things other teenage couples doesn’t talk about. And Suzy can only blush and laugh awkwardly when a mid-aged woman tells her this. No, no, we’ve been together for a long time-four years-that’s all. We’re not married or anything.
This is what she says but when the woman walks away, mumbling something about ‘you two do look good together as a married couple, though’ Suzy smiles to herself and thinks that it would be nice-
“It would be nice, wouldn’t it?” she asks Myungsoo where they sit on a bench in the park, and he’s reading one of those books she’d recommended him.
“What would?” he asks in a whisper, his eyes on the words and he plays with her hand.
“To get married.”
Myungsoo stops reading and looks up. He smiles. “But it’s too early.”
She sighs, and leans her head against his head. “I know, but still.”
He puts down the book with a grin, and wraps his arms around her. “I love you,” he mumbles tiredly, with his mouth against her hair, taking in the lemon scent. “And yeah, it would be nice, I think so, too. I’d like-love-to see you in a wedding dress.”
Suzy presses her lips faintly against his jawline in a sloppy kiss and shifts so that she sits comfortably with her head against his shoulder and she beams.
“We should get married, someday, then.”
Myungsoo secretly smiles, and his hand slides into his left pocket, where he fumbles with a cold, silver ring.
Someday, he repeats in his head.
Suzy cries hard, smearing out mascara on her cheeks, destroying the make-up she’d struggled with to put on for today-their fifth year together-but she doesn’t care, doesn’t give a shit, because she’s too happy. She reaches out with trembling hands and takes the silver ring in his hand, and he helps her to put it on, before pulling her into a warm embrace. It’s been five years, but she thinks it’s amazing how her heart still manages to beat this way whenever he hugs her.
“T-thank you,” she chokes out and it’s nothing but a hoarse whisper and she’s not even sure he understands her, but he does.
Myungsoo hushes her with a faint kiss, wipes her tears away and kisses her eyes and cheeks and lips and they don’t care about the fact that everyone in the restaurant are staring-it’s almost like their first kiss, but less clumsy, and more passionate.
“You’re welcome,” he tells her between kisses, “Let’s get married.”
They try but it’s hard.
It’s hard, and Suzy goes to the doctor with a worried heart and asks why it doesn’t work, why she can’t seem to get a big stomach no matter how many times they try-and she returns home while choking on her tears, hitting at her heart and she cries until Myungsoo gets back from his job. He finds her pressed against a corner, arms around her legs which are pulled up against her chest, and he’s worried to death because why won’t you tell me anything, Suzy, damn it, say something-what happened, why are you crying?
“We c-can’t,” she chokes out, and it only makes her cry harder. “W-we can’t have a child, I won’t ever be able to have a baby with you; M-myungsoo-yah, I-”
He feels his heart fall with a thud to his stomach and he tries to press back the tears as he listens but he can’t. He reaches up to her as tears streams down and with trembling hands pulls her to him, and they hug and cry and it’s painful. It’s grey, black, and red. Suzy’s still trembling, she’s crying harder, and won’t stop; she soaks down his shirt but it doesn’t matter.
“I can’t g-get pregnant,” she whispers.
“Stop it,” he hushes. “There’s other ways. W-we can...adopt. Yeah, that’s right. We can do that, right?”
She nods. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I-I’m so sorry.”
He kisses her forehead, “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”
Myungsoo takes a day off-my wife isn’t feeling well, please understand-and she’s still sleeping when he makes breakfast and packs it all in a picnic bag together with coffee and tea and pastries. He waits a little more before he wakes her up, because he knows that she hasn’t been able to sleep well yesterday. Her eyes are swollen red, but he kisses them and tells her to take a shower.
“Why?”
“We’re going on a date today,” he replies, grinning. “It’s been awhile, huh?”
She nods. It takes another hour before they get outside the house, going hand in hand and Myungsoo doesn’t want to tell her what he’s planned for today even though she pouts. It’ll be a surprise, he says. And she sighs, giving up, before she leans her head against his shoulder.
They arrive by the beach first, and Suzy smiles widely because it’s been a long time since she last went here. They lay out a blanket on the sand, and eats the breakfast Myungsoo had prepared first, before taking off their shoes and now it feels as if they are teenagers again as they run in the sand and chasing each other in the water. Suzy laughs so loudly, and for a moment, she’s forgotten everything about yesterday, and so has Myungsoo.
They both stumble down on the sand and just lies still, Suzy with her head against his chest, and Myungsoo with his arms around her, and they talk and picks out old memories. Like that time when they sat by Han River on their fourth date; they were only childish children at that time, it seems like. Or that time when Suzy was so depressed that Myungsoo took her to a flower-field with a camera and took tons of pictures on her. He remembers how she screamed when he lifted her up in the air and she remembers the fluttering feeling in her heart when he’d kissed her under the moonlight the very same day.
“Myungsoo-ah.”
“What is it, Suzy?”
“Today,” she tells him, as the sunshine beams down on them, “let’s kiss under the sunlight.”
end.
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hi! thank you for reading and comments are very much appreciated. my myungzy feels omg ;uuu; ♥
before posted on aff: here
thank you and god bless!