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{— admitting his defeat is the first step, and admitting that he missed her more than he should is the next. He slowly walks to her front, tugging her forward with his arms wrapping diligently around her frame as he lays his head down on her shoulder. } Don’t let go, just stay here with me, okay? Just for today, even just for today, let’s pretend.

Now that school was in session, his days had unfortunately become longer, time went by slower and he seemed to have been exhausted by the minute. All that he wanted to do at the end of the day was return home and curl up underneath the sheets, catching up on the well deserved rest that he — and every person on this planet deserves, That’s exactly where Luhan finds himself now, on the mattress whilst being covered by both the blankets and sheets. Stereotypes claim that vampires retreat to a coffin when in slumber, though that was no more than a myth. Of course, he prefers the dark, but that doesn’t mean he’ll confine himself like a caged animal.

It’s only when he hears the voice of his lover chime through his ears — snapping him back into his senses. He tugs the sheets down and peers towards the direction he had heard older male’s voice. Luhan sees his husband standing there right before his eyes, a smile spread across those perfect plump lips of his. Ah, he was truly an angel. “That’s exactly what  we promised. Had you expected me to forget? We promised each other until infinity and beyond, and infinity and beyond shall we last.” He says in response to the latter, reaching his arm forward as his fingers slowly coil around Joonmyeon’s hand, gingerly grasping it before planting a soft kiss upon the back of his hand. You’d only see him act as such towards the older male. Joonmyeon gets to see a side of him that no other has ever seen before. He plans to keep it that way — to infinity and beyond, he thinks. “I love you, my little angel. I love you so, so much.”

Whenever he was alone, he could generally be found on the terrace that is connected to his bedroom. It wasn’t because he preferred to isolate himself from the world, but because it served as an escape from his troubles whenever his mind was clouded with many, many thoughts. Just like tonight. He had came face to face with his uncle a few days ago and no, they didn’t end on good terms with each other. He’s nearly lost the love of his life because of what the scoundrel had done—impersonate him and make Joonmyeon believe that he was in love with someone else. The plan itself was devious, which is why his hatred towards the latter has grown immensely.

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The two friends have grown distant ever since things happened, they pass each other as friends, nothing more, nothing less — who would have imagine the things both of them went through together a few months back? Six months, give and take. Their memories together were kept in a box of souvenir, one that she’d look back once in a while and smile at how lovely each and every moment was, despite the fact that they were both not made to fall in love with each other. Not at the right time and place, that was. Upon arranging the boxes in her room, she came across one of the cards he gave her, attached to one of his many gifts. With her thumb lightly grazing over the letters, she heard someone knocking on her door. 

Midnight. 

Why would anyone come to her place at midnight? The timing just seemed odd, her boyfriend was occupied by the tight schedule of his, of course he couldn’t risk their relationship by visiting her right at this time of the night. The night owls are always watching. Placing the piece of paper down delicately on the bed, she turned the doorknob open, slightly stunned by the visitor that stood in front of her, soaked under the pouring rain that disturbed her a few hours ago. Lips parted agape with widened eyes, she tilted her head to the side while hesitantly pointing at him with her index finger. 

"I — what are you doing here?"

Her question went unanswered. His balance seemed to be off at the moment that he tumbled over, leaning against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut as though he was suffering from something — a headache or perhaps… oh, alcohol. He must have been drinking early during the day, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so wasted at this time of the day. Inviting him inside would sound odd, they had no business of being alone together anymore. Any skinship they shared way, way back had to be stopped. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less, and she was more than glad she got that over her head. And then he spoke, yet his lips were too close together for her to actually understand what he wanted to say, the words slurred right out of his lips. 

"Aster… I’m in love with you. I was, I still am." 

The words caused the world to stop spinning around her; it might have been an exaggeration, yet it felt that way. The girl was torn, torn between pulling him into a comforting hug and telling him that she was glad they’re where they’re at right at this moment, yet at the same time, she wanted to laugh at him, laugh at how absolutely pathetic the whole situation was. He has a significant other, and so does she. Whatever it was that he was spewing, she did not have it in her anymore to believe him or to take those words into account. Rather coldly, she crossed her arms over her chest with an arched brow, clicking her tongue once in mild irritation.