"Psst, Jae?"
Minjae whispered playfully poking his sides to get his attention again. What actually happened was that Hyun had called Minjae up, catching up with her after at least four days. He was the only one who knew about her going to Paris before hand and that Young-Jae's blood boiling.
"Jae!", she called for him again but this time more sternly or she tried to but Young-Jae crossed his arms over his chest with a huff of frustration. Minjae whined in desperation and threw herself over his lap, he wanted to smile at her clingy behaviour but he held himself back somehow.
"He just called up because he's been away for so long! Can't he check up on his friend?", Young-Jae's eyes shot back to her and she cowered under his angry gaze, immediat
Sometimes I wonder what's the point of this, everything after her but then I see you smile, listen to your laughter and let u kiss me. That's when, for a brief moment, I see. I see the point. - "No, YOU don't get it, Jess! There's nothing you didn't have in life but all of this hate in your heart made you lose it!", Young-Jae had never seen Minjae as vulnerable as she was right now and as much as he was insecure about Hyun he knew that she certainly didn't take anything from Jess. "You had a functional family which loved you, an amazing man who was head over heels for you, and most of all you didn't have to go around taking loans at the age of sixteen to pay your fucking bills," her chest heaved up and down vigorously while Young-Jae and Jess could only watch her pour everything out in silence. He was just
Soon they were both sat in the back seat of her car with Si-Hyuk driving and Minjae had Young-Jae's head rested in her lap as she massaged his head to ease the ache. Young-Jae closed his eyes in bliss, the butterflies in his stomach were undying and he couldn't wish for anything more in that moment. She moved to massage his scalp instead, happily smiling when Young-Jae's cheeks liften in a satisfactory grin.There was nothing that connected them to each other except their hearts, their feelings and most of the time that was not enough. That was not enough for most people but these two had made sure that it was enough."My hand slips through the cracks of the vases and windows we painted together with stolen glances and carefree smiles like quicksand. The fleeting moment of wanting you back is over before it started and the deep rumbling in my chest is back. I can't tell if I've swallowed you whole or if yo
Music had always been a way of reaching out for Young-Jae. His love for the girl, Minjae and the gratefullness that he had in his heart could not have been conveyed better than this. A dozen songs, written, produced, composed and all sung by Min Young-Jae himself. Minjae had to physically shake her head to check if she was hearing things correctly. Young-Jae had made her a mixtape with his own songs and sneaked it into the player as a birthday gift for her."Being in love as an artist is so defeating, so deafening and so beautiful at the same time. My muse is in my head, in my bed, everywhere. In my clothes their scent stays and the walls of my house cave in with the echo of his voice. It's like a noose around the neck that's pulled tighter I write about her. Without even trying, everything I write is about her. Everything I imagine becomes with her, for her or she herself. She would call me crazy if she read all of it but in my mad
"How in the world did I find someone as precious as you?""God made you so beautiful, It's a pleasure to be able to h-""Too cheesy," Minjae interrupted with a click of her tongue and Young-Jae hummed with a frown, deep in thought. Both of them were helping Joon prepare a wedding vow while she painted Young-Jae's nails the same as her; pastel pink. "Try something else.""Why is it too cheesy?", he asked tilting his head to the side and she looked up at him while blowing air onto his nails. Minjae closed the bottle and kept it aside before combing his hair gently. "It is cheesy darling, he's not the type to say such things in front of everyone," she mumbled while Joon just stood there with a scowl. Did she completely forget he w
People say they want their lovers or more precisely, their loved ones to never hurt but I wish she does. I wish that the ache I have in my chest bounces of hers and we both feel the same way so she knows it's time to come home. Birds do fly miles but their nest is still their home. - "What are we doing for your bachelor's?", Minjae teased bumping her shoulder against Joon's. He blushed pressing his lips together in a shy smile and chuckled. "Kim told me there were some really nice bars around Daegu and he already had his bachelor's back in Seoul so it'll just be you, me, Young-Jae, and Hyun. I hope that won't make Young-Jae uncomfortable," he whispered the last part since the boy was just a few feet away, struggling with his shirt buttons in their room. "I don't know,
"To the boy who claimed he fell in love with me, I beg you not to burn yourself in a pit fire against him. He is to me, what I am to you. However, my love for him is free, unlike yours. You hold me down, tug me back and scream from the depths of your chest that I'm yours. You only know how to love me when I'm not loving somebody else and I know how to love him even if he's buried into another. I love him without any boundaries. I don't scream for everybody to know he belongs with me, but they all know. Somehow, they will always know. He is to me, what I am to you. Please don't burn yourself in a pit against him, one cannot precede him. To define is to limit, and there are no limitations to him."  
"My December doesn't feel the same without, come take me back. When was it when I saw you last? The last month? The beginning of December? Will I ever see you again? And if I do, will you be the same? Will you be just as forgiving? Just as sweet, honey dripping from your lips like you've spoken an octave higher? What is it that will change about you? Would you let me love it? Would you let me love you, still? Would you let me love you more than I do now? Would you let me love you more than she ever did? Would you let me love you as much as I wish I could? Would you let me in?" -
"What does beautiful really mean? Is it your mother's smile when she cards her fingers through your locks the real meaning of love? Is it the little boy's grabby hands reaching for his toy? Is it your lover's lips quivering as they say the vows? Is it the dark you find yourself in every now and then? What is it? What is the real meaning of beauty? Is it different for you than it is for me? Is beauty just unwavering, unabashed laughter? Is it just the tears Falling from your own eyes? What is the real meaning of beauty? Is it what we can see or is it all we do not want to see?" -