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Maybe that wasnât the smartest thing theyâve done, considering they were both under a situation in which even saying the word dating could get them in trouble. But that was exactly what, in that moment and that moment alone, truly brought them happiness.
It was on a cold, starry Christmas night.
The various decorations illuminated each corner of the park, some shaped like snowflakes, others as little deers, trees, stars â in countless forms and colors. The sight alone was heartwarming and home-like, especially for those who had the company of their loved ones, waddling cheerfuly around the place as if the freezing weather didnât bother them at all.
Sure, there were those who preferred staying at home with their families, or others who slept throughout the entire holiday; Shiyoon was neither, and he was in a quite complicated situation. Surrounded by his friends, acquaintances, pretty much anyone he could beg to hang out with him, on what would be such a lonely night, since his family had unfortunate business to attend to, suggesting him to spend the night with his girlfriend. He didnât protest, though even if he did, it would be of no use. He didnât have a special someone, nor did Sojin, a friend he also managed to drag along.
Seemingly, they were the only ones in the group who werenât dating. Every other person had, at a point, left to take off for a date with their partner, one by one; leaving the two alone in the end. Upsetting, indeed. Shiyoon felt slightly betrayed, but it was his fault for not having plans and forcing his friends to hang out anyway.
Sojin gave him a glance over from the corner of her eyes as a small, side smile somehow made its way onto her lips. âWell⌠I suppose we should head off too! The night was short, but fun~â Clearly, the sad glint in her eyes suggested something much different from what came out of her mouth. Strange, and also heartbreaking, since she was usually quite the bubbly woman.
Nothing but a quiet nod was given as a response, except for the gentle, reassuring hand he rested on her shoulder for a while. She was soon facing forward again, walking on slow, lazy steps. Perhaps three or five, until a certain sight had her standing in place, gazing at it almost unconsciously. A couple â a loving, affectionate couple that fed each other cookies from the local bakery. It was through such simple gestures, but in her eyes, they seemed to be having the greatest time together.
Shiyoon didnât look away. Not until his gaze fell upon Sojinâs figure again, inspecting her features to find a smile. Not a genuine smile, but one that said âI am happy for them, but sad for myselfâ. And he understood that. He felt it in his bones, actually. If there was something he hasnât done in a long time was dating. Holding someone in your arms, close to your heart, as if they could slip away at any second; treasuring each and every moment spent together. Devoting to his one and only love. He missed that, dearly.Â
As if it was almost on a whim, he approached her from behind, sliding his fingers between hers, gently lacing them together in silence. She turned around to face him, obviously surprised with the sudden move, cheeks tinted red from the warmth they shared.
"What are you doing?" She asked, bluntly. He brought her close as he leant forward, lips pursed into a soft smile. "Iâll be your boyfriend for the night, so hold my hand. Iâm sure we will look so good together, itâll even make the other couples jealous." His smile stretched into an innocent grin as he spoke, nudging her lightly in hope to brighten the previous cloudy mood; plan that ended up successful. She stared at him blankly for a few seconds until she slipped into a laughing fit, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. The most adorable giggles he had ever seen. "⌠Thank you." She mumbled shyly, clinging tightly onto his arm as they proceeded to walk along the sidewalk.
Perhaps it was wrong for him to feel such warmth filling his chest over a pretend game like that one, but every time his gaze dropped to her once again cheerful self, babbling on about the most mundane things, his heart skipped a beat.
