✓ SIX THIRTY ━ johnny suh

. . . . chapter fifty-five.

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SONG OF THE DAY :
the way to me - joy

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he kept said promise.

chia woke up to a pricking sensation running through the side of her wrist. when she held the area up for her eyes to see the reason why, she cursed.

a tattoo.

"fucking shit."

after her first one, she made a mental note in bold letters to never get another tattoo when drunk. she made sure her mind, no matter how drunk, would remember the rule. to do that, she also promised to control her liquor when outside once she reaches her twenties.

she had that all memorized then it turned to shit. she didn't know how the fuck it happened.

how much did i drink last night anyway? i don't think it was a lot. was it a lot?

her eyes were still foggy, so she couldn't identify what it was. all she could do was hope it wasn't as bad as the '69' on the nape of her neck.

her attention shifted to the audible rustling in the kitchen. worried, she ignored the headache drilling through her skull and stood up.

first assumption was that it's her bestie. who would handle pans with that much noise while cooking breakfast? he could never be trusted in the kitchen. so much for calling himself a 90's housewife.

"jace, why the fuck did you--"

it was not jace. in fact, it was worse.

her irritation turned into fluster.

youngho with disheveled hair and the same outfit from last night sprung out hearing her voice.

his eyes were telling he had no sleep.

"i made you soup. eat while it's still hot. i accidentally dropped a few things. sorry."

with a small smile, he broke eye contact and walked to the door.

there and then, she felt the need to call out his name and stop him.

chia did not anymore want to dwell over missed opportunities that were only missed because she couldn't speak up.

it was his choice in the end, but it wouldn't hurt to try and initiate a quick fix.

"wait!"

he'd stopped just before turning the rusty doorknob.

"don't go yet. please?"

solemn, chia continued, "i'm sorry, okay? i know i assholed two weeks in our relationship. and it wouldn't have happened if i heard you out. or if i just deemed it another petty argument all couples have. or-- or the damage would've been lessened if i answered your calls the morning after.

"but i didn't. i misjudged you. i thought you were just like my last love. i should've put my trust in you more than anyone else but i didn't. and in the end, it felt like i dug up my own grave.

"i just . . . i miss you. so fucking much. i want you back, but you know, i understand if you don't feel the same. it must've been a lot on you. i'm sorry. i'm really sorry."

youngho's expression was unclear the moment he turned around.

"you what?"

"i want you back."

"what?"

"i want you back, youngho."

for the third time, he acted as if he didn't hear what she said. he'd do it over and over if only she didn't realize he wad doing it on purpose too soon.

it was just so comforting to hear.

"you heard it," she retorted.

"you don't know how much i've been wanting you to say that."

she walked (lowkey ran) towards him. each small movement within each other's spaces were still laced with uncertainty. prepared for the big, butterfly-inducing moment, she threw her arms on her shoulders.

youngho thought it would be funny to speak when their lips were only half an inch apart. "the soup's gonna get cold."

like an idiot, chia frowned, then smiled.

frowned because her kiss-deprived self was desperate. smiled because the best thing in her life she feared to have lost forever had finally found its way back to her.

at last.

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[ see u on may 25 for the last chap ;) ]

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