Tattoo me a rose -Final Part
At eight o'clock sharp, JangMi receives a text message on her phone from an unknown number to meet the person behind the art gallery, where the main office is located. All she has to do is follow the red arrows on the walls to the left, starting from the main entrance of the gallery.
While her mind and soul tell her to trust her senses, she complies with the instructions she receives without question.
Wearing a beautiful yellow dress that falls just above her knees, with her hair falling in waves down her back, she steps confidently inside the art gallery. Her makeup is bright and discreet, and her lavender perfume leaves behind a pleasant and relaxing aroma. Her delicacy is read on her face and in the grace of her movements.
All the while, JongHyun watches her through the surveillance cameras placed near the main entrance, not wasting a moment of his precious time and executing his flawless plan.
At her father's arm, JangMi draws his attention to her by gently squeezing his arm. “ Dad, mom, I have to meet someone. With your permission, I would like to go.”
Her parents exchange glances, and her mother, smiling, urges her to leave. “ Go and do what you have to do. We trust you, don’t we, Dad?!” She looks at her husband, smiling, knowing that she doesn’t need his permission to let their daughter meet the man she loves. Because he’s the only man they trust with their daughter.
After receiving their permission, JangMi heads to the back of the art gallery. The guard guarding the part that connects the front to the back bows his head respectfully, letting her pass.
With her heart pounding in her ears and a multitude of emotions, fears and hopes in her heart torn by the pain of her mistake, she steps timidly down the hallway trying not to make too much noise with her high heels. Her trembling hands clutch her purse tightly, breathing heavily, guilt biting at her heart.
Arriving in front of a glass door, she sees her best friend sitting at his desk, drawing something in his sketchbook with great concentration. Suddenly, her eyes fill with tears that she tries to hold back, knowing she has no right to cry. A small smile appears among the tears that flow down her rosy cheeks, while her thoughts fly to her high school days, when he was so absorbed in his drawings that everything around him became a blur.
“ Just like now!” JangMi whispers, her eyes still fixed on the man she adores with all her heart, but still, stubbornly, childishly, she has hurt him deeply.
Her best friend looks gorgeous in that loose shirt through which she can see his chiseled pecs, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his perfectly styled hair, his lips with balm shining discreetly, make him so charismatic and hot. She can smell his fresh, masculine scent from where she sits.
JangMi tries to keep all her senses under control by taking deep breaths and counting to ten in her mind. Then she slowly opens the door, savoring the sight of him concentrated behind the desk, biting her lower lip as she silently wipes her tears away.
“ You should have known by now…” JongHyun looks up from the drawing, looking directly at her, as if he knew she was there all along, admiring him and drooling at his sexy looks.
Looking around, she notices the surveillance cameras in front of him. “ Of course he knew, you idiot!”
JongHyun simply remains silent, allowing her to see how coldly he treats her. Well, she deserves it!
He doesn't show that hurt or frowning look when he sees JangMi, which is a good sign for her. “ For now!” She thinks to herself, unable to open her mouth to speak to him and barely having the courage to look him in the eye.
His chocolate brown eyes are already dark and cold, and any trace of light seems to have disappeared, replaced by something she was afraid to hope for or even think about. Because the only thing that scares her now is losing him forever.
It's the second time she's seen JongHyun like that, and it really scares her.
“... that I won't stain that beautiful skin of yours.” JongHyun looks at her briefly as he feels her cunt throb with desire, her pulse quickens, a sudden shiver runs down her spine and a strange warmth envelops her body. It seems that her body has decided to enter the arousal stage on its own. And she can't deny the attraction she feels towards him!
Even his voice turns her on! He has that something that arouses her, that she imagines him on top of her naked body, his hungry mouth on hers, while his hands grip her thighs tightly and push her deep into them, leaving marks on her thighs to remind her who possesses her as he gives her the deepest pleasure she's ever felt.
JangMi swallows the lump in her throat, trying her best to stay grounded in the reality around her. If only her best friend knew how much she wants him!
JongHyun stops drawing and puts the sketchbook in a locked drawer in his desk. Then he gets up from the desk and walks around it, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.
“ You know, it's just...!” JangMi speaks from the doorstep of his office without moving from there, expressing a concrete reality. He looks at her angrily, unable to believe how arrogantly she continues to defy him, despite the indifference with which he has treated her all week. As soon as she saw his angry face, the courage in her voice subsided a little, turning into a whisper.
JangMi waits for him to say something, but he doesn't. Instead, the tension in the room grows more intense, and she feels it with every beat of her heart. The atmosphere begins to become unbearably hot and she feels her body covered with sweat.
Moreover, JongHyun displays an arrogant smile, full of confidence and charm, staring intensely at her as if she is his prey, analyzing her movements and planning perhaps his next strategy against her.
JangMi lets her gaze fall on his muscular arms and on the white shirt that fits perfectly on his body toned by the hours spent at the gym, observing his defensive position. Then she lowers her gaze to his strong, crossed thighs, revealing an attractive attitude. “ Defensive, but attractive!”
She bit her lower lip, wanting her hands to explore every part of his muscular and strong body, to feel him vibrate under her touch while she listened to his moans and the intense voice begging her to stop teasing him.
She suddenly clears her voice to hide her arousal and the naughty way she's staring at him, and looks anywhere in his office but not at him. She's too ashamed of the image in her head to confront him, so she prefers to keep quiet and stay where she is: on the doorstep!
“ You still don't get it, do you?” When JongHyun finally opens his mouth to say something, his voice is husky and authoritative, and she could listen to him talk all day and not get tired of it.
He abandons his place and heads towards JangMi, slowly, confidently, continuing to watch her blush under every word he says, whenever he is around her, whenever their eyes meet. And she is certainly not a shy person by any means.
Amused, he crosses the room to where she sits, as her eyes stare at his shadow on the floor and takes a step back. He keeps moving towards her, she keeps backing away until her back hits the wall.
Without wasting any more time like in the past with his cowardice - to some extent, she was right that day, but his pride was too hurt to acknowledge her, so he preferred to punish her for reproaching her for a truth he could not accept it - his hands pins her against the wall, covering her body possessively.
Instantly, JangMi feels trapped like a helpless mouse awaiting her end, no matter what it is. She looks at one of his arms, bare to the elbow, and bites her bottom lip, her mouth watering at the sight of his exposed skin, at the smell of his skin that excites her, wanting to run her tongue over each of his muscles - starting from his neck to his erect nipples - which are perfectly visible through his white shirt - and even lower than that.
The heat emanating from his body hits her already hot skin violently. She wets her lips with her tongue as he lifts her chin to force her to look him in the eye.
“ I'm not going to taint this beautiful skin of yours!” JongHyun emphasizes each word with a look she's never seen before: lust! So intense, so thrilling, it makes her body shudder.
JangMi bites her bottom lip, anticipating his touch, which she craves so much that she can barely breathe properly, without losing focus with thoughts and heart full of him. But he doesn't touch her the way she hopes, and even though this hurts her so much, she continues to show herself strong, defiant, unaffected by his little actions.
She looks at his full, tempting lips and wants to have courage to devour them as she devoures a juicy peach in the middle of the summer, feeling the sweetness that envelops her senses, satisfying her lust.
“ Why?!” With her heart visibly pounding in her chest, it's all she can ask for, looking into his eyes, aware of the intimate effect of him being so close to her. More than anything, she wants to feel the thrill of his touch, of his kisses, while his charms chain her to him for eternity. And even an eternity would not be enough for her to worship him as her one and only religion.
Instead of answering, he grins!
He grins at her slyly as if he knows what kind of effect he has on her and yet he doesn't care. Her legs are shaking, yet she tries her best to stay steady, so as not to make a fool of herself.
While her mind imagines a thousand scenarios in which she would throw herself into his arms like a shameless woman, ignoring all common sense, he plays with her mind.
Instead, he lowers his hands only to place them on her hips, taking her by surprise, holding her still. JangMi's eyes widen in astonishment and she freezes. Finally, unexpectedly, she receives the touch she desperately craves.
He caresses her neck with his nose, inhaling her scent, and stops when he feels her rapid pulse and shallow breathing. He smiles against her lips, sucking on the sensitive spot where her pulse throbbed, making her moan and leaving her a love bite there.
JangMi bit her bottom lip, not wanting to ruin the moment, and she clenched her fists. He never liked being touched unless it was absolutely necessary. She never knew why he didn't like girls touching him, but she had decided a long time ago not to press the subject. So she chose to respect that boundary.
“ Your skin is much more beautiful without the ink!” JongHyun suddenly whispers seductively in her ear. As if all his gestures earlier weren't seductive and sexy enough! So she tries to control herself, letting him continue seducing her, not knowing that he had already seduced her many times before.
He withdraws a little back, but does not completely detach his body from hers, unable to deprive himself completely of the warmth and fragrance of her body. He gently brushes his left cheek with his fingers looking at him with all the adoration in his soul, because it is his most precious treasure. And he gets lost in his dark eyes, still feeling the ghost of his lips against her.
“ Enjoy the opening, choose any painting you want, and go home, JangMi.”
“ Again with the whys!” JongHyun sighs exhausted to keep resonating with her again and again, to explain why over and over again as if she is a little child who does not understand why nothing is done to her liking. It seems she really knows how to pick the wrong battles! “ I told you already. Taking it out will be bloody painful. Much more painful than a scraped knee. You're not made for this kind of pain, baby!”
He completely distances himself from her, wanting to go back to work that absorbs him for hours, thus forgetting about her and her childish request. Because she certainly has no idea what she's getting herself into!
He needs some time alone in silence to gather his thoughts, emotions and feelings together. Thus, he will not be able to gather the courage to court her as she deserves.
JangMi frowns, knowing how desperately she wants him inches away from her, his hand on her burning where he touched her earlier. Damn it!
She can still feel his hands on her hips, pinning her to the wall, his lips on her neck, making her lose her mind with desire.
So she grabs his arm, almost digging her nails into his skin, and turns him around to see how angry she is. For a moment, silently, he looks at her hand and then at her face as she stands there staring at him, ignoring his most important rule: not to be touched without his permission!
“ I don't care! I want it!”
At the hearing of her words, anger appears on JongHyun's face again and he seems to hold back whatever struggle he's fighting inside him so as not to hurt the girl in front of him who won't give up her desire even if it means breaking his heart. She continues to hurt his feelings with her careless words and she seems to not even care about it.
Instead, JangMi watches his eyes turn into the darkest shade of black she has ever seen, letting her understand that he can burst nervous at any moment if she forces things. And since he knows her well, instead of withdrawing, she forces harder and harder, he gently grabs her wrist, making sure that his grip does not hurt her and pulls her hand away.
“ It will make your skin ugly!”
His calm voice hides the fury that boils close to the surface, and which he has tried hard to suppress it since her first uncontrolled and careless outburst in his tattoo studio. Even earlier, he tried to be calm and understanding with her.
She stands in front of him with a blank mind, looking at him, who turns his back on her and goes back his the office.
Leaning forward, he presses his palm onto the desk surface for support. In an attempt to calm his anger and arousal, he inspires for four seconds, hold for four seconds and then exhale for four seconds, holding empty for another four seconds. But aware of her presence there, he doesn't know if he'll be able to calm down.
She watches the muscles under his shirt flex deliciously as he bends forward, his palms resting on the desk, at which point she squeezes her thighs together and wets her lips with her tongue.
And she wants nothing more than to be held by him as gently as he holds the pencil in his hand when drawing, to be adored and spoiled as a princess, to be regarded with such grace and admiration in the same way that he looks at his own paintings, not to be able to breathe without her just as she cannot breathe without him.
“ I long to be loved by him !” But her desire lies helpless in a corner of her soul waiting to be awakened by the passion of his love.
She stretches out her hand to touch his muscular back, but as soon as she notices that he is turning around facing her, she quickly lowers her hand down. Finally, he lets her see his eyes filled with emotion and lust, with an intensity that causes the room to fall into absolute silence, making her feel slightly uncomfortable and vulnerable at the same time.
“ I see you!” JongHyun speaks with a chocked voice, clearly struggling with his own emotions. “ I saw you back then and I see you now too!” His sudden statement sounds like a confession to her ears, and she is more than shocked and glad to hear it. This is her long-awaited moment! “ Finally!”
He approaches her, slowly, calmly, keeping his eyes on her. “ I see you every time.” He gives up shyness and fear of destroying their six-year friendship, confessing his raw feelings, letting himself be guided by her intuition and behavior towards him. He continues to speak while she listens to him in shock, her heart fluttering with happiness and ecstasy. She swallows every word of his that nourishes her heart hungry for love. “ You don't have to tattoo your skin so I can like you.” She bites her bottom lip, tears in her eyes, despite the fact that she doesn't know what to say or how to react. She is a mess of feelings that words cannot express it at this moment.“ I can draw your skin without ink.” He runs gently the back of his hand down JangMi's arm keep whispering against her lips, as she tries to swallow every word from his lips.
His drops his gaze to her plump, reddish lips. “ I can mark you without tattooing your skin!” Lightly touching the love bite that is starting to show, feeling proud of his work of art. He kissed her neck, drawing a few moans from her hot mouth, running his fingertips along the front of her thighs.
She doesn't want to stop him!
Intoxicated by his scent, by the euphoric states he gives her, by the heat of his body, the way his muscles flex under his white shirt, everything about him is so alluring and delicious. So how can she stop him?
Her heart beats nervously and joyfully in her chest, her pulse makes her dizzy, and she feels more anxious, fearful, and hopeful than ever. Obviously he's playing a dangerous game for her poor heart!
Her skin becomes very sensitive even to Jonghyun's lightest touch, her body temperature changes again and she feels like she's on fire. Her fingers burn to touch him but she holds back so as not to ruin the moment. Being the selfish person that she is, Jang Mi greedily feeds off all the touches and kisses he offers her, not caring if it will change anything in their relationship that had been put on hold because of her mistakes.
JongHyun's hand slowly slid between her hot thighs, moving slowly towards her cunt, his hand running over it, enough to draw her shameless moans with pleasure. “ Do you really want me that bad, baby?” He caresses the tip of his nose against her neck, inhaling the subtle scent of her perfume, at the same time making her shake with arousal.
But JongHyun suddenly stops, withdrawing his hand between her legs, grabbing her hips again, pulling her close to him and burying his face in the crook of her neck. JangMi feels confused, empty, because of his sudden change in attitude, but in the end it seems so right, so good, to be seen and felt by him!
“ You hurt me!” JongHyun tells her, letting his tears fall onto her hot and still tender skin.
“ I'm sorry!” JangMi whispers for him to hear, closing her eyes as tears stream down her flushed face. She still doesn't dare to hug him.
“ I never knew how ruthless you could be.”
JangMi hears the pain in his voice and remembers every word she said to him back then in his tattoo studio. The guilt of her mistakes continued to weigh heavily on her conscience, but she had to endure the consequences of it and everything he had to say now.
“ For me, you were my only safe haven.” JongHyun continues to speak softly as if the pain is draining all his energy, reducing his breathing to a whisper. He slowly moves away from her, wiping her cheeks still wet with tears, and looks tenderly into her eyes, seeing her as someone divine, as a precious gem.
He slowly moves away from her, wiping her cheeks still wet with tears, and looks tenderly into her eyes, seeing her as someone divine, as a precious gem, but with an eternal passion burning for her. His heart beats in his chest with a love not yet shared, with hopes and dreams not yet fulfilled. He looks at her in her eyes green eyes of a raw emerald.
“ You are the piece of the puzzle that fits my soul, and there is no other like you.” JongHyun holds JangMi's face in his hands, and his subtle smile softens the sadness in her eyes.
“I wanted to hate you for those words, for the way you acted, but I couldn’t. I wanted to end our friendship and my feelings for you, but I couldn't, baby.” A tear falls from JangMi's eyes, and he consoles her kissing her tears away, feeling the salty-bitter tears of his best friend on his lips.
JongHyun smiles bitterly at her as he sees everything through her: the pain, the torment, and the guilt! Seals of sadness darken her once serene and smiling face, full of color and happiness.
If she hadn't behaved like a bitch, maybe he wouldn't have had the courage to confess everything he feels for her now. Partly, he is just as guilty as she is!
“ It seems I really am a coward!” A quiet, amused laugh appears on JongHyun's face, making her flinch with guilt at his self-irony.
“Shh!” JongHyun shushes her, keeping an amused smile on his face, trying to ease her guilt and pain her own choice caused her. “ You were right, my love!” He kisses both of her hands, inhaling the lavender scent of her skin. “ My reason was blind and did not want to acknowledge the truth. And I blamed you because I was stubborn to admit that you were right. But JangMi...” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before speaking. “... defying me was a mistake!” JangMi widens her eyes as he grabs the back of her neck and pulls her towards him. Shocked, she notices how he quickly goes from pain to smile as if he's wearing an invisible mask on his face, triggering arousal,attraction and panic within her.
JongHyun presses his lips hard against hers, making her moan. She clings to his neck, touching the back of his neck, afraid that this might just be her imagination. She's dreamed of this kiss since tenth grade, and now that it's happening, she's afraid it might just be a sweet illusion created by her dreamy mind. After all, it's not the first time she's daydreaming!
Their lips parted, allowing their tongues to enter each other's mouths, while she struggled to keep her hands from wandering over his hot, muscular body. His hands remain on her hips as the kiss becomes even more heated, and hungrier, their tongues are each other's weakness. They both moan into each other's mouths, the sexual tension between them so undeniable they can almost taste it.
Their kiss becomes more insistent, more passionate, more real, as she presses her body against his to feel him. His warmth envelops her, and she abandons herself completely in his arms, ignoring her reason. Years of waiting had ended in a split second, her lust for his tempting mouth is not even half satisfied, but even so, she still feels like her mind is playing tricks on her. Tears stream down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes as he kisses her passionately, as if only her kiss is keeping him alive now.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat consuming them, increasing their appetite for each other. For both of them, it's not the first kiss they've had with different partners, but the kiss they share now is different from what they've had before. Because now this isn't a simple kiss devoid of emotion and feelings, but a kiss full of firm and unshakable promises that will change everything.
JongHyun deepens the kiss, she tilts her head, their tongues swirling around each other, dancing to such a familiar rhythm, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, making him slightly dizzy. He steps forward, pushing her against the wall, moaning into each other's mouths as the world seems to blur around them and time seems to stand still.
The two of them almost lose their breath when their lips pulls apart and he rests his forehead against hers. The new couple, madly in love, can't stop smiling at each other in the silence that surrounds them, experiencing so many intense new feelings.
They gasp for air, their hearts pounding. All they need right now is to heal both spiritually and emotionally, making love and desiring each other passionately, as if there is no tomorrow.
Finally, JangMi stops pushing him to the limits, giving up on her crazy idea of permanently tattooing her smooth, perfect skin for now.
Finally, JongHyun gave free rein to his feelings that he tried so hard to keep under control, suppressing them, for fear of ruining everything they had built in six years of friendship. After all, it wasn't that hard to overcome his cowardice!
JongHyun tenderly kisses her forehead as she happily accepts all his affection.
“ We...” JangMi stops talking, searching his eyes for a sign of regret or anything that would tell her that all the affection and passionate kiss of the last few minutes was just a figment of her mind. But she finds absolutely nothing! “... we will still be friends?” The worry in her voice seems more like an unspoken fear, a doubt that covers any trace of certainty in her heart, leaving shadows across her face.
If doubt had a voice, it would resonate louder than the silence around them!
JongHyun nods, smiling at her, to assure her that everything they feel, everything they experience at this moment, is as real as their presence here. He pecks her lips softly and places her head on her chest, hugging her gently. “ We still be friends, but we will belong to each other.”
It is all she needed to hear to hold him strong in her arms as her heart bursts with joy. Hidden in his muscular arms, JangMi speaks in a whispered but hesitant voice. “ I saw you using it on one of your female clients.” JangMi hugs him tightly as he kisses the top of her head.
“ Are you sure?” She nods, her face still buried in his muscular chest. She's too embarrassed to look him in the eye because she knows what she saw that day. Hell, she's actually pretty sure of it! So sure that she could contradict him at any moment, but for the good of their relationship, to save what's left of it, she chooses to remain silent!
JongHyun chuckles to himself while he gently pushes her away from him. JangMi doesn't dare to look him in the eye and just continues to stare at his chest. Without thinking too much, JongHyun starts unbuttoning his shirt one by one, with a courage that even he doesn't know where it comes from. But all he has in mind is to prove her wrong about that tattoo.
When he finishes undoing the last button on his shirt, he grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting her face to where he's pointing. “ Are you referring to this tattoo?”
The shocked expression on her face is a delight to him. The sly smirk at the corner of his mouth makes it more than obvious that the effect he has on her will not pass so easily. JangMi's already rosy face turns completely red, leaving her speechless. Her eyes as big as an onion look directly at the tattoo she had possessed that day.
The tattoo is there imprinted on his skin like a mark, symbolizing a silent, secret love that she never knew about, and yet, her impulsiveness and stubbornness destroyed everything.
She traces at the tattoo on his chest, admiring the intricate design that hid a scar underneath, making it even more stunning. How he could endure such pain was beyond her ability to understand. But getting a tattoo over that scar certainly wasn't easy.
So, Jangmi feels overwhelmed by a multitude of feelings that she doesn't know how to express. In addition to shock, joy and sadness strike her heart mercilessly, like a punishment and a relief at the same time. The pain in her chest is unbearable, making her cry, no matter how hard she tries not to.
“ Shh!” JongHyun calms her down by wiping the tears from her cheeks, but in vain. Her eyes continue to shed tears!
“ I... thought... you... used it!” JangMi speaks through tears and sobs with a heart full of pain and guilt. “ I... saw... you... using... it!” She can no longer hold back her pain and suffering, knowing how much injustice and suffering she has offered him in return, without even knowing the truth. She was really ruthless with him on a meaningless whim!
JangMi dares to run his fingers over the tattoo on his chest, while his heart beats wildly. An overwhelming feeling of euphoria and deep attachment fills him with a burning, passionate, lavender-scented love. All his lust transforms into a love where he can breathe easy knowing that he is there to be her ally, partner, lover, and most precious confidant.
He holds her tightly in his arms, seeing her torn by her own guilt, his heart softening. If she had talked to him before he behaved so irrationally, she wouldn't be crying so hard from the bottom of her heart today. His heart breaks even harder seeing her like this, but all he can do is hold her in his arms until she calms down.
The past cannot be turned back and repaired. But even so, her choice would certainly have been the same.
On the other hand, the harder and more affectionately JangMi hugs her, the more she cries. “ Finally he lets me touch him!” The pain in his eyes that day was the worst punishment she could have received. Not being able to see him, talk to him, be close to him tortured her more than anything else. Or maybe it was the guilt itself that had tortured her all this time!
“ Shh! It's alright, baby! Shh!”
JangMi continues to speak through sobs, aware that she doesn't deserve a man like him. Instead of her worshipping the ground he walks on, she insulted and hurt him as if he were a nobody who must submit to her wishes. While he did nothing more than pamper her, protect her, and offer her affection and understanding even when she was moody.
“ You did!” JongHyun says bluntly considering her unacceptable behavior that day. “ But that doesn't make me love you any less.” She stops crying and looks up at him, stunned by his confession. That's right, her behavior was unacceptable, but now she doesn't deserve his affection, his understanding, and most of all, his love.
“ Why did you forgive me now?”
“ Actually, I forgave you many days ago.” JongHyun whispers to her as he wipes away the tears from her cheeks and eyes, kissing her lightly on the forehead. “ But you need to learn to stop acting like that with me or anyone else.” The blush on her cheeks shines more intensely with every word he says, with every tender touch he gives her, with every affectionate look he gives her. “ You must feel the fear of losing those around you due to an inappropriate impulse, rude behavior, or arrogant reasoning.”
JangMi pulls back a little and grabs his hands. Finally, she feels alive touching him, feeling his skin pressed against hers. The guilt was no longer as strong and she could breathe a sigh of relief that she hadn't lost him. All those scenarios she had concocted in her mind over the past week, that she had tortured herself with, now seemed like a nightmare.
“ JangMi, I may have been a coward in the past, but it wasn't because I didn't love you, it was because I wanted something better for you. There are a lot of men out there around us who are much more suitable than me, with more potential than me.”
She shakes her head, dissatisfied with his words and the decision he made for her a long time ago. “ Nonsense! You're talking nonsense, JongHyun ah! There is no one more suitable than you.”
“ JangMi, let's face it! I am not a suitable match.”
JangMi steps back a little, letting go of his hands. The change in her tone clearly shows anger and indignation. And she certainly doesn't give up before she fights. “ What the hell are you talking about?”
JongHyun looks at her calmly, with a serene look, feeling the rage emanating from her as hot as she is a volcano ready to erupt. He doesn't move out of her way, she doesn't move from where she is, they just look at each other: he calm, she with flames in her eyes.
“ I'm just saying...” JongHyun pauses assessing her anger before continuing to talk. Slightly amused, he puts his hands in his pants pockets, continuing to stare at her. “.. you are cute when you get angry!” He gives her a radiant smile and sparkling eyes, making her frown and bite her lower lip slightly irritated. It seems like he's going to tease her and twist the knife even deeper into the wound, as if her guilt isn't enough.
“ JangMi...” JongHyun takes a step closer to her and gently caresses her cheek,and she closes her eyes, enjoying his affectionate gesture. “...I'll always be here, no matter what. Always!”
And so JongHyun promises her the eternity she longs for with him, and maybe, in time, the guilt of hurting him will disappear.
JangMi opens her eyes, already wet with tears, and throws herself into his arms, feeling a desperate need to touch him, to feel him, to smell him. Hiding her face in his chest, she feels him embrace her. “ Always?!”