forbidden blossom
AU. In a world where their relationship has to be kept secret, Yunho and Jaejoong try their best to be together, but it’s not going to be enough.
Pairings: Yunjae, bff!Homin
Rated: R for non-explicit smut, angst, general dark content
~
“Yunho,” Jaejoong murmured one night, tucked comfortably against Yunho.
Yunho hummed to show that he was listening, mostly preoccupied with tracing aimless patterns across the bare skin of Jaejoong’s chest.
“Have you ever thought...maybe this won’t work out?”
Yunho’s fingers stilled, and he shifted to look Jaejoong in the eyes. “Are you doubting us?”
“No,” Jaejoong answered immediately, looking horrified at the thought. “It’s just...” he paused. “I mean, the Government doesn’t...allow this, and we’ve only got so much time before they find out about us...”
“Have you ever thought that maybe they’ll overlook us?” Yunho countered softly, pulling Jaejoong into a warm embrace. “Have some faith, love.”
“Yunho, they have spies everywhere, and you know it.” Jaejoong would have sounded perfectly calm to anyone else, but Yunho knew him well enough to hear the trace of hysteria in his voice.
Instead of replying, he held Jaejoong tighter, pressing a kiss to Jaejoong’s cheek. “Just sleep for now, Jaejoong. They won’t find us tonight.”
~
Yunho knew that Jaejoong, ever the romantic, liked to think it was fate that had brought them together.
He couldn’t really argue otherwise.
Yunho was twenty-six, a high-ranking police officer under the City government, second in command only to his best friend Shim Changmin. Yet despite the satisfaction he felt when clearing out a drug ring or drawing up a plan to eradicate criminal activity in a sector, he never really felt complete, always found himself yearning for something he didn’t even know about.
Changmin didn’t take him seriously. “Just find yourself a girl,” he’d said, lounging casually in his chair. The wedding band on his finger glinted noticeably as he lifted his cup of coffee to his lips.
Yunho had shrugged. “Maybe I will,” he’d replied, but he was almost certain Changmin knew he was just humoring him. They both knew that no girl had ever caught Yunho’s eye, despite the fact that many City girls literally worshipped him-Jung Yunho, tall handsome deputy of the police force, whose every mission had been successful. Changmin had once fallen under the girl-catching category as well, before he got married (much to the disappointment of many in the City, Yunho was sure).
“You know, there’s a brothel downtown,” Changmin had said quietly, after checking that no one was listening in on their conversation. Even at their level of authority, there were still spies planted everywhere to weed out what the Government called “corrupt officials” (in effect, any official who went against Government policy). “I heard it’s one of the better regulated ones, maybe you should take a look.” He patted Yunho on the shoulder as he stood and left the office.
They’d gotten a tip-off that afternoon about a drug ring operating in the east sector, and amidst the heavy fighting they went through to clear it out, Yunho almost forgot about what Changmin had said.
At least until he returned to his small apartment, and noticed a small slip of paper Changmin had hidden in his briefcase, with the address of the brothel and a good luck that had Changmin’s trademark smirk radiating from the words. Yunho had stared at the paper in his hands, hard-pressed to make a decision.
Finally, he’d decided there was no harm in taking a look.
He’d never been downtown by himself before. From history books, he knew that the downtown sector was once the busiest, most vibrant sector of big cities, but now, the word “downtown” conjured up dark images of shady peddlers selling their wares (usually illegally obtained, sold, or both) in a place where crime ran rampant. Yunho tugged the hood of his jacket more securely over his head, avoiding eye contact with the few people who were still on the streets at this time of night.
The owner of the brothel was more than happy to serve such a well-known figure, although not a little nervous because of the power Yunho held. With much over-hospitality (in Yunho’s opinion), she showed Yunho to one of the bedrooms, where a girl was waiting, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. Her face was veiled so that Yunho could only see her pretty hazel eyes, which gazed at him with interest as the brothel owner let him in.
“Jung Yunho,” the girl said, after the door closed behind him, and Yunho immediately decided that he already liked her quite a bit. Her voice was beautiful, not high and nasal like the voices of the girls who often gossiped in stage whispers whenever Yunho walked by, but smooth and melodic, a voice Yunho could definitely imagine himself listening to for the rest of his life. “What brings you downtown?”
“I...I don’t know, actually,” he fumbled, taken a little by surprise. “Do I need a reason?”
“Surely there are many City girls who’d be willing to have you for a night,” she pointed out bluntly, and Yunho could hear her thinly-veiled contempt for the City. He supposed she probably had a valid reason; after all, a girl like her was probably forced into her position by the City government, albeit indirectly.
“I guess I just...wanted to be somewhere I wasn’t in the spotlight?” he offered after a few moments.
Her eyes crinkled at the corners. “Your reputation precedes you anywhere in the City, Jung Yunho,” she told him, chuckling. She stood and walked closer, capturing his lips in a soft kiss that set Yunho’s heart racing despite the near-chastity of the contact. He slid his hands across her body, deepening the kiss, and guided them both towards the bed. When he asked if she could take off her veil, she politely refused, so he didn’t press the matter further. Instead, he kissed her again, before turning her over gently because, as she informed him shyly, that was how she ‘preferred to do it’.
Their lovemaking was soft and slow, a perfect first time by any standards. Yunho held her tightly afterwards, kissing the back of her neck and marveling at the creamy perfection of her pale skin. “Can I just stay here for the night?” he asked, hoping she’d say yes.
She laughed quietly. “I guess so. Business hasn’t really been booming these days...”
Yunho shifted so that they were more comfortable, and tugged the sheets over both of them. “Tell me about yourself, then,” he said daringly.
Her name was Kim Jaejoong. She’d been given up for adoption by her birth parents, and placed in a Government-run orphanage, where she’d been mistreated so badly she’d run away when she was fourteen and found a job working in the brothel. She had a brother, Junsu, whom she hardly knew, having been separated from him since they were young. She’d only found out about him when he became one of the only defendants ever to win his case in a Government court. He’d been accused of being in a relationship with another man, Park Yoochun, but the judge had declared him not guilty. “I know what love is, and it is not what I see before me today,” the verdict read.
The two talked long into the night, until Jaejoong fell asleep, head resting comfortably on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho tucked the sheets more securely around her, wondering if this was what love felt like.
~
Yunho felt rather idiotic when he finally realized Jaejoong wasn’t a girl.
He had just woken up and gotten out of bed when Jaejoong stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips and the veil he’d worn before draped around his neck like a scarf. Yunho thought, briefly, that Jaejoong was even more beautiful than Yunho had previously imagined, but the rather important fact still remained that Jaejoong was a man.
They stared at each other for a few brief moments that felt like an eternity, before Jaejoong broke eye contact, turning his back to Yunho to yank his clothes on. “I’m sorry, Yunho,” he muttered, breaking the silence that had stretched between them.
“Does anyone else know who you are?” Yunho asked, after he found his voice again.
“No. You’re the first one who’s asked to stay.” Jaejoong’s voice was cold, but Yunho thought he could hear a trace of affection and-was that hope?-in his words.
“Why did you apologize to me?”
Jaejoong turned to look at him calculatingly, buttoning his jeans. “Because I’m vile, and disgusting, aren’t I?” he asked viciously. “I’m sorry for lying to you, and for contaminating you.” His lip curled in a sneer as he spoke the last few words, in a way that made Yunho certain that Jaejoong had been threatened before because of who he was. The realization made Yunho’s heart give a painful twinge; he didn’t like to think about Jaejoong being threatened by anyone or anything.
Jaejoong had turned away from him while he had been thinking, and was searching aimlessly for a shirt. Yunho was still completely at a loss for words at seeing this bitter side of Jaejoong, so different from the warm, loving side he’d seen the night before. Hesitantly, he stepped closer, cornering Jaejoong against the wall when Jaejoong tried to walk away.
“I still think you’re beautiful,” he murmured softly, running his hand through Jaejoong’s wet hair, silky copper strands falling easily between his fingers. “And I’m still quite sure that I’m in love with you, Kim Jaejoong.”
“You’ve known me for one night, Jung Yunho.”
“I’ve known for one night that you’re the one who’s meant to be mine,” Yunho said softly, hoping Jaejoong would hear the sincerity in his voice.
Jaejoong stared at him. “I thought I was supposed to be the sappy romantic in this relationship,” he said finally, trying not to smile, and Yunho knew he was forgiven. He kissed Jaejoong full on the lips, more than pleased when Jaejoong kissed him back. Yunho was pretty sure Changmin would be decidedly not impressed if he didn’t show up at work that day, but he had better things to do.
~
Jaejoong decided to leave the brothel and move in with Yunho (all it took was a few words from Yunho and the owner was perfectly willing to comply), and the two of them quickly settled into a comfortable routine.
“I can’t believe you survived so long without even knowing how to cook,” Jaejoong complained, when Yunho admitted embarrassedly that he couldn’t cook. Every morning after that, Jaejoong would wake up before Yunho did so he could make breakfast for both of them, though Yunho usually ended up distracting him from whatever elaborate dish he had planned to make.
Yunho was quite sure Jaejoong fussed over him more than his own mother would have, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything before he left for work and that he was dressed warmly enough in the winter. When Yunho tried to protest that it wasn’t that cold, he received a blazing glare in response and promptly shut his mouth, letting Jaejoong zip up his coat.
Jaejoong kissed him goodbye every morning as he left for work, making him promise to stay safe and please not bicker with Changmin during missions, and Yunho looked forward to the end of the day, when he could return home to Jaejoong’s warm embrace and the bed they shared.
Changmin was exceedingly smug when he realized the change that had come over Yunho. “Told you finding a girl would solve your problems,” he remarked jauntily, and smirked when Yunho flushed bright red, spluttering out something incoherent that sounded vaguely like a denial.
In true Changmin fashion, the head of police ignored Yunho’s stuttering. “I want to meet this girl, Yunho,” he added, and outright laughed when Yunho buried his face in his hands out of sheer embarrassment.
~
They were sitting on the couch in the living room one slow weekend morning, in full view of the door. Yunho’s puppy was curled up on Jaejoong’s lap, and Jaejoong patted its fur absently as he rested his head on Yunho’s shoulder to read the book he was holding. Yunho had his other arm slung around Jaejoong’s waist, the familiar warm weight making Jaejoong feel safe despite the hard ridge of the gun Yunho always carried pressing against Jaejoong’s ribs.
“I love you,” he blurted out quietly, looking up at Yunho.
Yunho smiled at him, lifting his hand from Jaejoong’s waist to run his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair, dark copper fading to black since Jaejoong was letting the dye wear off at Yunho’s suggestion. “I love you too,” Yunho murmured, and leaned in to kiss Jaejoong, slow and sweet and utterly perfect.
The sound of the apartment door opening jolted them apart, but not before the man stepping through the doorway saw them together. Yunho cursed silently; he’d forgotten that he’d given Changmin a key to his apartment.
Changmin had a look of terror on his face as he drew his gun with a trembling hand. Yunho stood, shielding Jaejoong with his body, and startling the puppy which leaped off Jaejoong’s lap and darted behind the couch. He mimicked Changmin’s movement, pulling out his own gun with one fluid motion.
“I don’t want to do this, Changmin.”
The taller man closed his eyes, a single tear slipping down his face. He let his gun fall to the floor, holding his hands up in a gesture of submission. “I don’t want to watch the Government execute you, Yunho,” he replied softly.
Yunho sighed, thumbing the safety on before tucking the gun back into his waistband. “Are you going to report us?”
Changmin looked at him and Jaejoong, pain flashing in his dark eyes. “No.”
Jaejoong frowned. “Can you promise that?”
Changmin nodded slowly. “Did I ever tell you I had a brother?” he asked Yunho softly.
Yunho shook his head, surprised. “I thought you only had two sisters.”
Changmin smiled sadly. “I do, now. My brother is probably dead.”
“What happened to him?” Yunho asked softly, when Changmin didn’t continue, appearing lost in memory.
“He was only a few years older than me. When he was seven, he kissed one of his classmates when the teacher was looking the other way. The other boy went home and told his parents about the incident, and they reported it to the Government. They came in the middle of the night and took him away-and my parents did nothing about it, told me they felt ashamed to have had such a son and hoped I wouldn’t be like that.” Changmin paused, his voice trembling. “We moved, to escape the social stigma in our community, and when my sisters were born, they were raised not knowing about him.”
There was silence in the room when Changmin finished talking. “I’m sorry for your loss,” Jaejoong whispered finally, biting his lip.
Changmin shrugged. “It was a long time ago,” he said, but there was the telltale glitter of unshed tears in his eyes. He bent to retrieve his gun, putting it back into its holster.
“Thank you,” Yunho said. “I’m sorry for forcing this from you.”
Changmin gave him a half-smile. “You’re not forcing anything, Yunho. This is my choice, and I choose to stand by my friends.”
~
“Yunho, pick me up,” Jaejoong said over the phone, his words slurring together. In the background, Yunho could hear loud, pounding music.
Yunho frowned. “Jaejoong, are you drunk?”
“Yes,” the other man answered brightly, giggling quietly. “Yunho, come pick me up.”
Yunho rolled his eyes at the click as Jaejoong hung up, and put his book down.
Jaejoong was waiting outside the bar he often frequented with Yunho when Yunho pulled up, leaving the engine running as he got out of the car to help Jaejoong. “You came,” Jaejoong said delightedly.
“Of course, silly,” Yunho said, trying to remain irritated but unable to keep from smiling at Jaejoong’s childish antics. “Let’s just go home, okay?”
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said seriously, gripping Yunho’s wrist, all trace of humor disappearing from his demeanor. “Kiss me.”
Yunho hesitated.
“You’re always like this,” Jaejoong complained, looking at Yunho through his long lashes with darkened hazel eyes. “You always hesitate, and-”
Swiftly, Yunho pulled his hoodie up and over Jaejoong’s head, before opening it just enough to kiss him quickly. “Happy now?” he said when he pulled away.
Jaejoong just smiled brightly at him, making Yunho feel like it was worth all the trouble he went through, just to see Jaejoong smile at him like this.
~
“The Government may not allow you to ever be with Yunho, but now that I’ve seen the way you two act around each other, I really think you deserve the right to be together,” Changmin said one afternoon at the kitchen table. He grimaced sheepishly as his stomach rumbled at the smell of the stew simmering on the stove, courtesy of Jaejoong.
Jaejoong laughed softly, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. “Thank you, Changmin. Would you like to stay for dinner?” he teased lightly.
Changmin smiled back at him. It was easy to see why Yunho had fallen in love with Jaejoong, he thought. Jaejoong was Yunho’s perfect other half, always bright and good-natured, easily bringing out Yunho’s childish but loving side that was usually hidden beneath the solemn, dignified behavior required of a police officer. “I’d love to. My wife isn’t expecting me to be back soon anyway.”
“Jaejoong,” Yunho called from the backyard, where he was lying on his stomach in Jaejoong’s meticulously-managed garden. “Come here.”
Leaving Changmin in the kitchen, Jaejoong ran out into the garden barefoot, relishing the cool prickly feel of the grass underneath his feet. He lay down next to Yunho, quieting down when he saw that Yunho was staring at a brightly-colored swallowtail butterfly perched delicately in the patch of chrysanthemums in the corner.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmured wonderingly.
Yunho gave him a sideways glance. “Not as beautiful as you,” he said, and grinned.
The butterfly, having drunk its fill of nectar, fluttered off like a winged gem against the backdrop of the cloudless sky.
Jaejoong flicked Yunho’s shoulder lightly. “Hey,” he scolded, but couldn’t help laughing. Yunho was struck by how Jaejoong looked even brighter, even more beautiful when he laughed, and felt it necessary to press a quick kiss to those soft, succulent lips.
“I think we should make sure Changmin doesn’t eat everything before we get back in the house, Yunho,” Jaejoong chuckled, and got to his feet, offering Yunho a hand.
They found Changmin at the stove, looking extremely guilty as he slid the spoon back into the pot. “I’m sorry, it smelled really good...” He blinked his big eyes, trying for the poor innocent child look.
Jaejoong laughed. “It’s fine, Changmin, stop doing that. Turn off the stove, will you? We can eat that stew right now, since you’re obviously already hungry.”
“I’m always hungry,” Changmin corrected, as he carried the pot carefully to the table.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Yunho hurried to answer the door as Changmin helped Jaejoong set the table. He pulled open the door and came face to face with a Government official, who looked at him with a cold, merciless expression.
“Yunho, who-” Jaejoong stopped short in the hallway when he saw their unexpected visitor. He struggled to keep his expression neutral, but Yunho could see the utter terror in his hazel eyes.
“Jaejoong, can you send Changmin home?” Yunho tried not to betray how his blood was turning to ice in his veins, tried to stay strong for both of them as his mind whirled, desperately searching for some way, any way, that Jaejoong could be spared from what they both knew was coming.
“That won’t be necessary,” the Government official cut in smoothly, looking between the two of them condescendingly. “Both of you are coming with me. Now.”
~
“I’m sorry,” Kyuhyun said quietly, slumping back in his chair with a defeated sigh. “There’s nothing more I can do for you as your lawyer.”
Yunho swallowed, casting an uneasy glance at Jaejoong, who was staring at the floor, clutching Yunho’s hand so tightly it almost hurt. “Thank you for trying, Kyuhyun,” he said finally. “There aren’t many lawyers who would have accepted our case.”
Kyuhyun shrugged, accepting the thanks. “I hate to say this, Yunho, but regardless of any legal counseling you get, you and Jaejoong will probably still be convicted. In the past fifty years and more, there’ve been less than a handful of cases where the defendant won a case like this.”
“My brother,” Jaejoong whispered, looking up. “Kim Junsu, he won his case.”
Kyuhyun nodded slowly, considering the thought. “Stand up,” he said abruptly. “And let go of his hand, please,” he added.
Jaejoong let go of Yunho’s hand as he got to his feet, surprised. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to see if you two can pull off something like what happened with Junsu,” Kyuhyun said, giving them a small smile as he got to his feet, pacing the room. “Pretend I’m the judge deciding your case. Act like you’re just best friends who’ve been wrongly accused by the neighbor who happened to invade your privacy at the wrong time.”
Kyuhyun kept a sharp eye on the two of them, advising them on where to fix their acting. He appreciated the effort they put into trying to follow his advice, but eventually, he was forced to admit defeat. “It’s not going to work,” he muttered, massaging his forehead. “I’m sorry. I thought it might work, but...I have to say, I’ve never seen anything quite like you two,” he admitted ruefully. “You two...you look so perfect together, like it’s preposterous to even think you could be any other way.”
~
Yunho tried to enjoy the handful of days he had left with Jaejoong. He tried to do all sorts of weird things to make Jaejoong laugh (please, just one more time), tried not to think about the seconds-minutes-hours slipping by as he made love to Jaejoong (please, don’t let it be our last).
The afternoon of the day before their trial, he made one last trip to Kyuhyun’s office, to try to convince him to drop their case, but Kyuhyun had, as usual, refused. “I want to try my best to help you,” he insisted.
“You said it yourself, Kyuhyun, we’ll probably lose the case anyway, and think how badly it would affect your credentials,” Yunho argued.
Kyuhyun shook his head. “I appreciate your concern, Yunho, but I’m not going to drop this case.”
The receptionist knocked quietly on the door, pushing it open slightly. “Kyuhyun, Hankyung is waiting to see you.”
“Thank you, Sungmin,” Kyuhyun called out as Sungmin returned to his desk, and smiled sadly at Yunho, shooing him out of his office. Yunho nodded to Hankyung as he passed him, noting the conspicuous absence of the pretty girl who was usually hanging off Hankyung’s arm. He drove home slowly, wondering why Kyuhyun was so adamant about defending him and Jaejoong. Had his childhood been marred by the Government’s policies like Changmin’s had?
The thought of Changmin brought another pang of guilt. Yunho silently thanked God that Changmin had listened to him for the first time in his life when Yunho had told him to play innocent under interrogation, pretend that he hadn’t known about Jaejoong’s true relationship with Yunho, but he knew Changmin was having difficulty managing the police force without Yunho-he’d have to choose a new deputy soon, since Yunho obviously wouldn’t be able to return to his position even if he won his case.
With these thoughts chasing each other in his mind, he almost didn’t notice how deathly silent his apartment was when he walked in. “Jaejoong?” he called out, hanging his coat up. “Jaejoong, where are you?”
He found Jaejoong sitting at the kitchen table, running his thumb along the edge of the knife in his hands. Yunho gasped softly when he saw the trickle of blood dripping from the tip of the blade, and rushed forward, gently taking the knife from Jaejoong’s hands and setting it on the other side of the table. “Jaejoong,” he murmured, maneuvering so that he was sitting next to Jaejoong, pressed close to him.
Jaejoong was trembling violently, his hands clenching into fists on the table until Yunho laid a gentle hand on Jaejoong’s in comfort, intertwining their fingers. “It’ll be okay, Jaejoong, trust me.”
“I’m so scared, Yunho.”
“I know, love.” Yunho brushed a strand of hair from Jaejoong’s face, kissing him chastely. “It’ll be okay, somehow, please trust me.”
Jaejoong kissed back, desperation tingeing his movements as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of Yunho’s shirt.
~
“For prostitution, and for engaging in homosexual activity with Jung Yunho, the court finds the defendant Kim Jaejoong guilty.”
Jaejoong’s fingers tightened on the edge of his chair, and Yunho leaned over slightly to murmur a few words of comfort in his ear.
“For engaging in homosexual activity with Kim Jaejoong, the court finds the defendant Jung Yunho guilty.”
Kyuhyun bit his lip, looking apologetically at the two of them as the judge motioned for them to exit the courtroom through the back door, where the convicted were sent to receive their sentences. Yunho bowed slightly to Kyuhyun before he left, trying to express his gratitude for all that he’d tried to do for them.
The hallway leading to the sentencing room was dimly lit, and Jaejoong took advantage of the opportunity to clutch at Yunho’s hand, trying to comfort both of them.
Three masked men were waiting in the sentencing room as they entered warily. “Kim Jaejoong,” one of them said, and Jaejoong exhaled shakily, letting go of Yunho and stepping forward so that the ceiling lights shone directly on his face.
“Kim Jaejoong. You have been found guilty as charged, and are hereby sentenced to death.”
“No,” Yunho cried out, before he could stop himself. “Please, no.”
“Yunho, be quiet,” Jaejoong said lowly, his voice trembling.
The masked man reading the sentences turned to Yunho, his eyes glittering in the shadow of his mask. “Jung Yunho.”
Yunho fell silent, shaking.
“Jung Yunho, you have been found guilty as charged. You are hereby sentenced to life in prison.”
Jaejoong visibly relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief that Yunho would be spared from the fate Jaejoong had been cursed with. He turned to look at Yunho one last time, the pure love in those hazel eyes breaking Yunho’s heart. Yunho shuddered as the masked men cocked their guns, holding them at the ready.
“Please,” he said desperately. “Can I...can I be the one to shoot him?”
The masked men gazed at him without sympathy. “Very well,” one of them said finally, removing all the cartridges in his gun except one before handing it to Yunho. “Don’t think you can try to escape, Jung Yunho,” he warned. “There’s only one bullet in there and all of us are armed.”
Yunho nodded, taking a step closer to Jaejoong and raising the gun shakily.
“Yunho, you’re the only one I’ve ever loved,” Jaejoong murmured unexpectedly, and Yunho felt his resolve crumbling as he looked at Jaejoong. “I’m glad I met you.”
Yunho blinked as tears began pricking his eyes. Don’t cry, he told himself sternly. Not now. Jaejoong smiled sadly at him, and Yunho was overwhelmed by the regret and love and heartbreaking beauty in his expression. “If you won’t do it, give me the gun, Yunho.”
The tears spilled over, and Yunho blindly let the gun fall into Jaejoong’s hands, before crushing their lips together, uncaring of the men watching them. He felt Jaejoong’s hand move to rest on the small of his back, comforting and loving. “I love you, Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong murmured against his lips, and Yunho just nodded, unable to speak.
Jaejoong pulled the trigger.
He watched Yunho’s eyes go wide with horror as the bullet went straight through his heart and into Jaejoong’s chest, lodging itself near his breastbone. Yunho tried to say something, but the light faded from his eyes and he collapsed, his shirt already soaked through with blood.
Jaejoong fell next to him, summoning the last of his strength to reach over and close Yunho’s eyelids, before slumping limply against Yunho’s body, his last breath leaving his lips.
~
Heaven was beautiful, Yunho thought, stealing a glance at the man sitting next to him, but it could never compare to Jaejoong.
Thank you for teaching me how to love.
I love you.