Delulu is the solulu

“What’s wrong?” He murmurs against your hair.

Uh oh. You tilt your head up slightly, and he leans back to meet your gaze.

“What do you mean?” You ask softly, stalling.

A wry smile plays in the corner of his mouth. “You’re mini-hyperventilating on me.”

You snap your mouth shut. Whoops.

“‘S the matter?” His voice is still peaceful, but the smile fades from his face.

You swallow hard. “Um. Nothing.”

He raises an eyebrow, and you sigh. Ah. You notice the shakiness to your breathing now.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you mumble, hiding against his chest again. “Really. Promise.”

He hums, the sound edged with skepticism, but he lets it pass.

You take another five minutes to build your courage up, consciously matching your breath to his.

“I love you,” you whisper so quietly even you can barely hear it in your own skull.

After the briefest pause, Jongho chuckles once, arms sliding to hold you tighter.

“I know.”

You blink, then raise your head to look at him again. There’s a dreamy look on his face.

“You told me in your sleep,” he whispers.

You’re pretty sure your heart stops beating. “I—what? When?”

He tucks you against him again, lifting a hand to sink his fingers into your hair. “Hm. A week ago, I think.”

“A week?”

He nods once, and you feel the warmth of his breath stirring against the top of your head.

“I didn’t know if it was just you dreaming,” he admits quietly. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Figures you’d blab on yourself when unconscious. “…Oh.”

You both fall into silence again, listening to the faint chirp of birds through the open window. You watch the shadow of the tree branches dance gently on the floor next to Jongho’s book, leaves trembling with the slight breeze.

“Did I upset you?” He whispers.

“No,” you wheeze. You clear your throat and try again. “Uh, no. I’m kinda annoyed at myself, but it’s not your fault.”

“Don’t be annoyed,” he murmurs, and you feel his lips curve into a smile in your hair. His fingertips massage gingerly at your scalp. “I was glad you were asleep. I cried a little.”

Your head shoots up. “What?”

The tips of his ears tinge scarlet. “It was stupid. I was just…happy.”

You watch him worry his lower lip between his teeth.

“You’re not upset?”

He frowns slightly. “Why would I be upset?”

“I mean, it’s…” You frown, too. “I don’t want you to feel, like…burdened.”

His frown clears immediately, followed by a fond exasperation.

“Jagi,” he murmurs, studying your face with a little smile. “It’s not a burden to be loved back.”

You stop breathing for a second.

He laughs quietly, guides your head up just enough for him to kiss the tip of your nose. “Don’t tell me I wasn’t obvious.”

“I didn’t want to assume,” you insist, your heartbeat racing again for this entirely different reason.

“You’re allowed to assume,” he says, tucking you against him again. “You’re allowed to do anything. You hung every star in the sky.”

“God,” you rasp, and he laughs again when you bury your face against his neck and pepper it with kisses.

“I love you.”

He says it so simply, like the sky is blue and water is wet and nothing else matters in the world. You breathe deeply in and out, hooking your hand underneath his arm and resting it against his shoulder.

“I love you, too.”

“You know you’ve been checking your phone every two seconds?” you friends give you a look of a heavy disapproval.

“I do”, you reply checking your phone yet again.

They glance at each other and shake their heads slightly. But you don’t see it too busy looking at your phone trying to hypnotize it.

“Stop!” one of the girls snatches your phone and puts it beside her out of your reach.

“I am sorry. He said he would finish earlier today so I was trying to make plans” you pout, “oh well. Maybe they had to stay extra” you shrug trying to smile.

“You know that dating someone like your boyfriend is not easy, right? And you are bound to break up eventually. Why are you so hung up on him?” another friend asks frowning.

Oh how you hate this kind of talks. You have heard it so many times since you started dating Jongho. Literally every person you both knew took it as their personal duty to tell you that not only falling for Jongho was a very bad idea but dating him was an action so stupid they never thought someone like you would walk in a trap like this on your own. And no, that wasn’t about Jong’s personality. They kept saying something about his crazy schedules that would lead you to sleepless night, something about the girls surrounding him which would eventually make you jealous, and something about Jongho not being ready for commitment. Yet here you are.

You sigh and look at your friends, “I know. Maybe we will break up tomorrow. Or next Monday. Or next year, I don’t know. But it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t love him or shouldn’t give him my attention” you crumble the napkin in your hands.

“But it makes you exhausted” they start, but you shake your head.

“It doesn't… Maybe if it does, that’s something I chose. And I want to give Jongho all the love I have. Because if we break up someday, I don’t want to regret anything, I don’t want to spend my days thinking that I could have loved him more but instead decided to hold back in fear of breaking up with him tomorrow”

Your friends’ faces shift from displeased to shocked to embarrassed as you speak. You raise your brows at them, “What?”.

“Behind you” one of them whispers.

Confused, you turn around and see Jongho right behind you.

“When did you come?” you beam at your boyfriend standing up to hug him, “I missed you”

“I waited outside, but you weren’t replying”, Jong replies placing a kiss on your temple. Your friend gives your phone back and you see a bunch of messages from Jongho. “So I came in looking for you”. He looks at your friends with an apologetic smile, “Ladies would you excuse us if I steal my Love from you? We have plans”

He doesn’t wait for their response grabbing your belongings with one hand and holding your waist with another.

“Thanks for spending time with her” Jongho smiles one last time and guides you to exit. “Love?” he calls when you are finally outside.

“Mhm?” you hum looking at Jong.

“I’ll make every day worth being with me so you never regret loving me”.

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