we promised | Kōtarō Bokuto
summary: sometimes soulmates don’t always end up with each-other, y’know?
songs you should listen too whist reading:
-> another love - Tom Odell (Spotify)
-> freehand - Novo Amour & Ed Tullet (apple)
-> somewhere only we know - cover version (apple)
“We’re not getting married are we?” You sheepishly laugh about a promise you two made years into your friendship, one that everyone has bound to make. But that laugh was to mask and make sure the tears weren’t seen as just the sadness. He laughed as well, arms wrapping into your waist, pulling you into his chest. To protect you from yourself, or to protect himself from seeing your tears- a protection from the suffering. “No.” He mumbles into your hair.
What brought on this private moment, such an intimate moment... was love. One tucked into a dark room away from the ceremony that was about to begin. A sort of love that stays put like an old birch tree the sways in wind for centuries. You two had dug yourselves too deep into the soil, not only in this friendship but in the other relationships you’ve created. He was about to get married and here you were getting tears into his luxury tux, in a closet room as guests, friends and family flooded into the building.
Everyone was shocked that when he announced engagement, it wasn’t one to you, towards your relationship. Shocked, because though they may have never seen the most intimate moments you’ve two had, they’ve seen the cracks and glimpses of you two passed out on the couch - your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your body protectively. They’ve peaked at the way you two sway in the kitchen together while cooking, laughing and feeding each other bits and pieces of whatever is being grilled on the stove. The way you two would stare at each other, silently communicating with small smiles and laughs, with joyful glints deep inside your eyes. Shocked, because it was so obviously painful you two were soul mates, bound to each other through an invisible red silk line.
They were sure you two had slept with each other - it was true, you’ve shared secret passion-filled kisses. Always laughing after and reminding yourselves that you two are best friends. Best friends, best-friends, best-friends.
It was fear that kept you from admitting that statement that was floating in bright neon lights above your heads. They flickered slightly, just like the way these moments were about to disappear. Flickering away, dimmer and dimmer just like the love that was so bright being covered. For once, he kept his mouth sealed and opt to tuck you deeper into his body, covering you from whatever the universe was throwing at this moment. He was also bathing in your warmth, your touch, the way your quivering body wailed silently - screaming ‘I love you. I love you. I’ve always I loved you.’ And he took those screams through his hands, as he petted soft dolled up hair, wiping his rare straying tears from damping such elegance.
After all, Bokuto didn’t wanna destroy hair curled just for him, just for his wedding. The wedding you two promised you’d naively would have. The wedding that wasn’t for true love.
You wanted to sink into his chest, to be forever engulfed in his scent. So you pulled away, because you couldn’t allow yourself to drown any further. And with a big huff, tear stained cheeks, you gave him a smile. “In the next life?” You questioned. And he looked down, quivering lips desperate to keep hold of a sob. He nods erratically, holding out his pinky finger. “In the next life.” Your finger naturally finds his.
Another promise, a vow, sets out between lovers, this time, may it be one fulfilled.
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