"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."                                              

 "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?"                                                                                -

"It's been years since I lost you. The years, the months, the days stay the same. Your birthday is always a warm day and I smile to myself the whole day. My birthday is always a cold day, you must've forgotten it but I remember every smile you gave me years back. The only thing that has changed is, that time seems to have slowed down. The days are lengthy, the nights are lengthy. I am either too warm or too cold, there is nothing intimate about it but it's been years since I lost you. Every January reminds me of all we could not be, every December reminds me of your insolent smiles and every September reminds me of all the suffering I have escaped. Your scent tucks me into bed, not only is it on my skin, it is in the air; lingering, breathing and settling deep inside me. It is November, I'm warm under the blanket

  “Fucking hell Min, you drive me crazy,” she moaned, hips dragging up against his crotch. Young-Jae shrugged tilting his head to the side with his tongue poking his cheek and the new surge of confidence had her knees weak. Does he have a glow up every week?  Was that even possible?  “Do I now? Why don’t show me how crazy at home?”, he teased cocking his head to signify that they were almost home. Her heartbeat shot up and for the first time, the infamously confident Minjae felt nervous. She felt as if Young-Jae was too attractive to be hers but now that he was, Jae couldn’t give him up for the world. So, with a nod and a gulp, they were tangled together on their bed.   

   The post wedding dinner was fun to say the least. The table was occupied by all the important people in their lives and a few acquaintainces were on the other table to their right. The couple sat next to each other, Minjae's hand clasped tightly in Young Jae's as if she could run away at ay given moment. Joon had wanted to make a joke about it but resorted to staying quiet for once. Hyun was sitting directly opposite to Young Jae on the circular table, poking around with this tteotbokki like it was as tasteless as it could get. Kim watched him lose focus a couple of times and frowned at the plate of food in front of him. Tteotbokki was his favourite, every single person around him knew that. What had caused this gloomy atmosphere over his head? Hyun seemed like he had come to terms with this reality a few weeks ago. Why the long face now? "Are you sure you are okay, Hyun? You have barely to