So Highschool… meeting woonhak was pure youth, the way his messy dark brown, straight hair fell in his eyes, those dazzling eyes that sparked everytime they met with yours… how you could both rant for hours even if it was from the most meaningless thoughts to the most meaningful ones like “Tell me about the first time you saw me.” Loving woonhak felt like a non-ending love story, young, dumb love, but full on meaning and experiences.

you both sat down at the porch of your house as you stared at the sunset. “Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?” He said in a low, soft tone, playful even, it was a stupid question but really…

you turned to look at him as he laughed, and for a second you saw it, the love of your life, the one you wanted to spend a lifetime with, blending himself beautifully with the orange hues in the sky and the small sunlit lighting his features that reminded you why you fell for him in the first place.