Chapter One
I remember how I wrote all my college essays on Hong Kong based on my father’s stories of his childhood, and how I felt nostalgic for a place I’ve never been to. This, I think, is exactly like that. It’s like, Hanchul belongs here. Together. Married. Secure. And no one gives a fuck because they’re just ordinary people. Sure, problems will ensue, but the important thing is that they get through it together. And I’m pretty much like, I miss this dream-state; give me this kind of fairytale again.
I love the idea of sun-drenched mornings, of Heechul’s bangs clipped back, smooth column of neck, bared collarbones, Geng brushing his lips against his shoulder before heading off. Yeah, we all know love is a constant fighting for, but maybe they’re like one in a million couples who don’t have to. Maybe they are just that cool. Four years and still going strong? I’ll buy what you sell.
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