You know that I want to be with you all the time You know that I won't stop until I make you mine You know that I won't stop until I make you mine Until I make you mine
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I never knew I could feel this happy in a long time. I thought happiness was in finding myself, but Haechan took happiness to a different level. I found myself staying in Korea, waking up with a smile on my face every day. We never actually said we were dating, or so we weren't labeling ourselves but we saw each other every day. Like today, I woke up with a text from Haechan:
Haechan: I miss you already.
Haechan: I can't wait for work to be over.
Haechan: And then I'm coming over.
Haechan: Wake up and tell me you miss me.
I chuckled. How demanding.
He had a flair to him, a child who was a spoiled brat but even then, that was endearing. I texted him that I missed him and I told him I'd have a few things to pick up. After I finally did all my chores, I stayed in my apartment browsing the internet. I was learning how to invest my money and even though Haechan kept telling me that I could just invest the money in his company, I decided against it.
After an hour, I heard a doorbell ring and when I looked out, it was a delivery. Not remembering buying anything, I opened it up and saw that it was a dress and shoes. A smile traveling up my face, my phone dinged again, and looked down to see that it was Haechan.
Haechan: Did you get the dress?
I told him yes and he sent a heart emoji.
Haechan: Wear it, we're going somewhere tonight.
Haechan: I miss you, my heart hurts.
Haechan: God, woman. What did you do to me?
Haechan was always very dramatic. I texted him back that I'd see him at night, seeing the dress he gave me. I lounged on my bed until it was time to get ready. I finished curling my hair and putting on my make-up when a knock on the front door sounded.
I walked to the door, opening it to see Haechan with a rose in his mouth. I laughed out loud, and he pulled me towards him, his perfume wafting to my nose. His lips found my cheek, pressing them repeatedly when I steadied myself against my grip and told him that I had make-up on.
"You do?" he gasped. "You look the same with and without make-up."
"You know that's not true. What's the special occasion?" I asked and he smiled, taking my hand and leading me to the car. He told me that he had a goal that night and when we reached the place, I saw that it was a bar and restaurant.
