Can I Ask You A Question?

can i ask you a question?

"vernon, baby." you lightly whispered, trying to wake him up but not wanting to jolt him scared.

it's four in the morning, you have stuffed your brain with enough instagram reels to have sufficient understanding that this should not be the reason to wake up your boyfriend yet you just cannot stop wondering what vernon would say. he has his own insightful ways of expressing his . . feelings or well, answers.

you had laid your head on his arm, tossing and turning while he was peacefully sleeping. this made you feel slightly guilty on waking up vernon while he had a morning class within a few hours.

before you paused your action to stop shaking him and simply, ask him once he is awake in the actual morning, he had already been rubbing his eyes. "hey, yes. are you okay?" he said with his raspy voice that let you have a wider smile knowing this man, you were in the arms of, is completely utterly yours.

such realization caused you to forget the reason why you woke him up at the first place as he glanced at you, waiting for you. "hi baby," you pecked his lips once, twice and again not being able to resist his cute swollen face. "i was . . just missing you." you confessed, you did not lie about that.

you had been missing vernon since he had piled up assignments and refused to do it in your dorm as it will be less doing assignment and more doing each other, and he could not afford to retake courses if he does want to graduate this year.

"you woke me up . . to say you miss me?" he mumbled, pressing open-mouth kisses on your neck trailing down your shoulder. you bit your bottom lip to not choke a moan out for his pleasure. "do you want to go again?" he mumbled against your shoulder, his hand already dancing around your naked back, teasing his fingertips causing you to give a nervous chuckle.

you shook your head, not missing a single beat of that. "i love you but no." you laughed, slightly pushing him off from you, to lay on top of his chest where you heard his heart pacing. you closed your eyes hearing his heartbeat, feeling drowsy suddenly.

"don't go back sleeping after waking me up?" he argued, moving you to the side to spoon you from behind.

"well . . it's kind of your fault, your heartbeat feels safe." you mumbled softly, not opening your eyes.

you felt his body shake, you smiled giving yourself brownie points for making him laugh.

vernon have grown a home in you the moment he asked for your tote bag to rescue a cat from the edge of the balcony in your university. there was mixed love, concern and determination in his face that you had completely fallen in love with.

at that moment, he lightly creeped into your heart but you will not lie on how easy you made those threads in your heart to pull for him.

"vernon . ." you whispered, as you are not facing him, you felt the smooth pace of his heartbeat, he might fallen asleep, you wondered. in your surprise, he hummed softly.

he combed his fingers through your hair, moving it away to kiss your neck again. with each pecks, you felt the intensity of your heart pace back up again, clenching your hand. "you need to stop, i swear." you laughed, jokingly hitting him with your shoulder blades.

"well, you need to stop being attractive at the odd hours of the day." he fought back.

there was those witty remarks, and smile in his tone that gave you a warm feeling.

oh, oh to be in love like this.

"it's a hypothetical question, baby." you started, pulling his hand closer to your chest. vernon settled his leg over your body, enveloping your whole body.

"no, oh my god no, not those questions." he expressed, sighing out loud.

"what do you mean not those type of questions, did someone ask you before?" you narrowed your eyebrows, interrogating the man. vernon chuckled, "do you not know how popular these questions are?"

you shook your head. "do you know what i am about to ask you?"

he nodded, "of course i know."

you aggressively turned around, taking full offense on how simple and predictable he thought you were.

"no, you don't." you smiled sarcastically.

he returned the same grin back, raising his eyebrows "oh yes, i do."

"you are about to ask if i will still love you if you were a w-" he confessed only for you to cup his mouth to shut him up.

"wrong." you winked.

he was right, but you will not let him win.

"was i?" he mocked you, his words inaudible with your palm, his eyes danced around your face till it fell on your lips before kissing your palm.

"vernon, what the fuck." you screamed.

before you started fighting back, he pinned you down on the bed, caging you underneath him. there was a glimpse of mischievousness in his eyes and the cocky grin.

"oh god," you giggled, "i said no bestie."

within that, vernon attacked you with kisses pressed against your cheek, neck as it trailed down your naked cleavage.

you only throw fits of giggle along the way on how each breath of his hit your skin.

you are so, so in love with the man in your arms.

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mingyu chuckled dryly, "how can you abandon me like i meant nothing to you?" he pressed his phone against his cheek. dokyeom and minghao had already given up on snatching his phone away from him after three soju bottles. mingyu had started calling your number again that kept going to voicemail, frustrating mingyu even further.

"you never pick up my calls. you don't want me the way i want you anymore. why?" he whispered softly, words were almost inaudible to the duo who had a sad look upon their face, heart breaking for their best friend.

dokyeom tried to snatch his phone, "mingyu, you need to stop. when will you stop?" he expressed his anger on his best friend, slightly reflecting on how hung up mingyu is on you while you did not bother picking up, at least, one call. "she does not want to do anything with you." dokyeom sighed.

mingyu glanced at him before looking down to his feet, "why . . does she not want to do anything with me? why did she not tell me? my god, why do i have to be this miserable?" he questioned himself, his friends and the call that kept ringing and ringing.

minghao grabbed onto his shoulder, giving a brotherly courage pat on the back. "her silence is already a closure to you and your relationship." minghao tried explaining yet the hollow feeling in his chest did not stop aching for mingyu.

the call went to voicemail once again, "i really want to forget you. i want to forget everything about you. your pretty smile." he paused, tears welling his eyes,

"your sad eyes, your tiny fingers, your soft skin, your warmth. you. i want to forget you. i cannot do this anymore." mingyu whispered in the voicemail, sobbing in between words.

minghao grabbed onto his friend who dozed off with phone, still pressed on his cheek. there was this silence in the room, nobody spoke a word.

" . . i did not know it was this bad." minghao broke the silence. dokyeom just nodded his head.

mingyu dreamt of you that night once again, he dreamt where you had been nothing but utmost happy with him. there were no sad eyes everytime he looked at you, there were no sigh every time he expressed his feelings to you and there were no hesitation with the love you expressed.

you were . . seemingly so free, it hurt him to wake up.

he was happy with you but were you.

then, there was a thud at the door.

happy birthday, seungcheol.

you stared at your boyfriend looking left and right to check if you were walking toward his direction; failing to spot you. seungcheol pouted, frantically typing into his phone.

cheolie: when will you be here?

cheolie: i have been waiting for ten minutes already. you should have told me that you will be late, babe.

seungcheol was not waiting for ten minutes when you had been waiting for the man for half an hour, in a cafe across from his building, for him to get off work but you let him go easy, only today out of all.

sipping down the lemonade, you picked up the cake and grabbed the string of the balloons to not make the surprise be more flashy than it already is. your hands were busy with cake and holding onto the strings, you were not able to accept the call from your boyfriend, who had his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

you paused, tying the string onto the hook of the cake box. you called back your boyfriend, speeding your steps toward the child-baby. "you must have missed me a lot." you teased, your eyes not leaving the man who had his pout evident regardless of the distance.

"it is my birthday and it is you who did not miss me enough." he complained, eyeing left and right again. seungcheol groaned in frustration now, not seeing a glimpse of you when you had already texted that you were closeby.

"i miss you everyday, today can't be special like that." you said, crossing the road to get to the other side, to his side. seungcheol had lightly dressed into dress pant and dress shirt, making him look extremely devourable in your eyes. you shamelessly stood, checking your man out from a distance. "it is my birthday, baby. my birthday. i am allowed to feel special than yesterday and more than tomorrow." he glanced upward at his workplace building, considering ways to kill time away.

you took big steps, standing still behind him. "well, how about now?" you whispered into his ear, cutting the phone. seungcheol flinched, turning to see you with huge balloons of the number '28' on display.

he giggled wholeheartedly, you instantly cooed him, embracing the man of the day. "happy birthday, my love." you pecked his cheek, repeatedly not letting go his neck. he had his big smile on his face, his hand wrapped around your waist.

you retrieved back from the hug to glance at your boyfriend that you missed. your eyes swam around his thick eyebrows, soften eyes, pointy nose and his full lips. with months of dating, his face still makes your heart race like the first time you saw him. it comes within the package of dating seungcheol, you admitted.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked, taking your handbag from you to hang on his neck comfortably, and holding his own cake in his hand. "how beautiful the man of my dreams is." you answered easily. there was nothing to be ashamed about. seungcheol is that sweet dream that you wish upon every candle, and every full moon.

"let's go, the restaurant is nearby too." you laced his finger with yours, pulling him to the direction. he nodded his head, obediently following the lead.

you once saw teppanyaki grills and fell in love with the service. every once in awhile, you had wish to bring seungcheol there to enjoy the ambiance and talk the whole night. today, on a special day, you decided to become the top tier girlfriend to reserve the restaurant for a few hours.

"you will love this, i promise you," you squeezed his hand in assurance. seungcheol was rather nervous of not being able to give the reaction you were hoping from him than your choice of restaurant. "i will love anything you choose, you do not have to worry about that, babe." he reassured you, squeezing your hand back.

he tilted his head, as you quickly ran behind his back letting his hand to go to blindfold him. "do not worry. we will not explore that type of exhibitionism from me." you said, giggling at your own words.

down the stairs toward the restaurant, you slowly lifted his blindfold. the whole restaurant was covered with balloons on the ground while some balloons filled with helium touching the ceiling. before he could ask a question, the staff of the restaurant gathered around seungcheol and you while singing happy birthday. seungcheol gripped tightly onto your arm, taking steps away to get out from the crowd space that the staff were making.

you held onto his hand. "what are you doing right now with this . . like this. thank you really, i love this. i love you but really, this is your plan?" he begged for answers.

"babe, i am flaunting you." you winked.

happy birthday, choi seungcheol.

the many faces of hansol vernon chwe, part 2. (pt.1)

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