~PAPER STORK~
"Hey, Miss!" I turned to where the voice was coming from. I snorted, then hit her arm.
"Don't call me that. I don't like it." I said, pretending to be angry.
"Okay, Princess," he chuckled. Sweetly. He landed right next to me.
"Ish. Taeyong, you haven't changed."
Taeyong nodded. "Not a Power Ranger." Again and again, his arm became the target of my blows. Not that hard, really. But he groaned, weakling.
"What's wrong?" I asked, getting his attention back.
"Come along. As usual." Taeyong immediately strolled to his bike. His beloved blue bike, which was already starting to rust.
"Taeyong," I called out as I sat perfectly behind him. He started pedaling the bike.
"Hm?"
"Aren't you tired of buying colored origami paper every day?" I asked as quietly as I could. Taeyong shook his head.
"I won't get bored. That's my promise. Before everything I always hoped for comes true. I miss him. I really do."
"Taeyong…" Damn. My eyes always burn whenever I talk about this. Taeyong laughed when he noticed my silence.
"Don't cry. Making a paper crane isn't difficult. It's no problem, one day God will grant my wish."
For some reason, my heart warmed at his words. May God hear you, Taeyong.
Don't take the one you asked me to marry 😡💢
