Seventeen imagines

#121 "Will you Marry Me?" (Part 1)

When I looked behind, I saw a man who played a big role in my whole teen age life.

"O-Oppa?"

I still remember the old me who used to hanged around with this pretty boy in our hometown.

Fifteen years ago, when I was a kindergarten:

"Oppa!" I shouted,  little fingers hugging around him with all of my might.

"Yes little princess?" the boy, who is 10 years older than me, asked.

"Will you marry me Oppa?"

He chuckled and answered, "Yup. When you grew a little taller."

Twelve years ago, when I was in Elementary:

"Oppa! I grew a little taller! Will you marry me?"

"Okay. But not until you get in high school."

Eleven years ago, I graduated from Elementary:

"Oppa! Today is my first day as high school student. Look, my breast grew bigger. Will you marry me?"

"Pffft. Okay okay. But you need to graduate from high school first. Then this Oppa will marry you."

Seven years had passed.

Now I am a college student and today is my first day in my university. During those seven years, I was thinking about the day I'll met that man who I always proposing. Until now, I can't stop from laughing whenever those memories linger inside my head.

Fate is sure interesting.

"(y/n)?"

Today, I met my first love, who is 10 years older than me.

"S-Seungcheol Oppa?"

His eyes are still round and pretty. His body grew bigger and well built-in. Indeed, he is still a hot guy in his 30's.

Lot of questions battled inside my head. I know I am not a kid who will ask him the question: "Will you marry me?". And so, how will I greet him? What words should I say? Do I need to smile? Do I need to hug him and tell him I miss him?

After my thoughts battling in my brain, I took a deep breath, looked at him and smiled as sweet as possible.

That's right.

I am a matured lady.

"Nice meeting you again, Seungcheol Oppa."

He scanned me from head to toe, before the corner of his lips lifted up. "Yeah, it's been a long time, little princess."

An awkward meeting turned into a memorable reunion between a girl who met her first love.

We sat on the nearest bench, with cups of Americano in our hands.

"I ordered Americano, with two-shots. Do you like it?" he asked. "I almost ordered a cup of milk for you."

"Hey Oppa." I frowned. "I am not a kid anymore."

We looked at each other... and laughed.

"Yeah, you are not a kid anymore." He looked away and took a sip on his coffee. "I still remember those times when you always asked me to marry you."

I almost spit out the coffee I was drinking, cheeks are reddened from embarrassment. "O-Oppa! Why did you brought that back?! I-It's embarrassing. I was a little kid back then."

He chuckled, but his voice still sounds manly. "I know. I just miss the little princess who used to flirt  an old guy like me."

I shook my head. "Anyway, if I ask you to marry me, I bet you will say 'Until you graduate from college'. Am I right?"

When I looked back at him, I saw the sudden shift of his expression. Seungcheol Oppa looked at me with sincerity in his eyes.

"W-What's with that look? I was joking. I will never ask you to marry me. That's so childish," I blabbered.

"This Oppa, needs a beaten."

"Huh?"

"I made a promise that I'll marry you. But I think I can't fulfill my promise."

I clenched my fist and my throat feels tightened.

Even though Seungcheol Oppa is my first love, yet I never know what is  real 'Love', I feel hurt by those words.

Why am I feeling like this over a broken promise we shared when I was a little kid who knows nothing back then?

"W-Why Oppa? D-Do you already have someone?"

"Actually, I already got married."

My eyes went down to the ring on his finger that I just noticed.

My chest tightened, but I force myself to show a smile. "C-Congratulations Oppa. I am so happy you found someone special in your life. Ahhh, I want to meet that girl who steal my oppa. When can I meet her?"

I saw his hands clenching around the cup of coffee. His smile is different than the smile he had shown me a moment ago. I can feel the pain and the sorrow just by looking at his eyes.

"My wife... died two years ago."

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A/n: to be continued...