Jisung - Late Night

rose

pairing: mark lee x reader

warnings: none, fluff

word count: 928

You felt Mark's eyes on you as you sighed loudly again. Yet another couple had walked by, arm in arm, giggling affectionately at everything, at nothing. Like the other couples around you, she held a red rose in her free hand. It was Valentine's Day and you were struggling to hide your loneliness in your still-tipsy state.

You turned to him with an eyebrow raised, inviting him to ask the question on his mind. But before he could even get a word out, you interrupted. "I'm fine, Mark."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure."

His tone softened "It's okay to want that, you know." He gestured towards another happy couple that passed by the restaurant. "And it's okay to still feel sad about, you know... the past."

You knew he felt awkward about bringing it up and the last thing you wanted was for him to walk on eggshells around you. "But it's been years, Mark. I just want to forget him." You felt vulnerability creep into your voice but you were too defeated to pretend right now. And you were with Mark. You knew you didn't have to pretend with him. "He made me feel like something to be ashamed of. It's taking me such a long time to put myself back together."

His large eyes grew softer, if that was possible. "That's a good thing. You know that, right? It means that you won't hurt the next person you're with because you want to heal."

You felt a small lump in your throat as you considered his words. You were healing. It was a slow process but you were certain you would get there in the end thanks to the love and support from friends like Mark.

"Thank you, Mark," you said, your voice thick. Truthfully, you weren't sure if you'd ever find someone else. Love felt so out of reach at the moment.

He gave you a warm smile and squeezed your hand softly but then chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his hair. "So, trying to cheer you up by taking you out on Valentine's Day is working out great, huh?"

You giggled before reassuring him. "I always feel good when I'm with you, Mark." You sighed again before continuing. "It's just, I know it seems like I don't need it, but I want to be spoiled sometimes too, you know?" You gestured towards the couples around you. "I dated someone for years who didn't want to take me out or do nice things for me. Nobody's ever gotten me flowers before. I would have been over the moon to receive just one rose." You looked down at the table as you said that, chuckling awkwardly, knowing how pathetic you must sound. You cleared your throat before changing the subject. "So, how's work? Is your boss still trying to put you in every group project?"

You looked up, startled to see him looking at you intensely. But the expression disappeared as quickly as you had spotted it as he talked about work and how he didn't mind as it was for the good of the company. To your relief, your love life wasn't mentioned again and you spent the evening laughing with your best friend, feeling a little more whole.

The next day, to your surprise, Mark was outside your apartment. He was slightly out of breath but smiling as usual. "Hey, Mark, is everything okay?" you asked as you invited him in.

"Great, Y/N. Perfect, actually." He chuckled and you raised an eyebrow. He held out his hand in answer, and in it was a beautiful long stemmed red rose. Your heartbeat quickened remembering your conversation from last night.

"Mark, I'm really okay, I swear--"

"This is not a pity rose, Y/N," he clarified as if reading your mind. "I'm not giving you flowers because I feel sorry for you."

You nodded, believing him, but still confused. He continued, "I know you're not ready to date, but I want you to know that I'm gonna be here while you put those beautiful, broken pieces back together." He looked down for a second before staring directly into your eyes. "I've had feelings for you for a while, and when you're ready, if you'll let me, I'd love to give everything you deserve. I want to hold your hand in public and take you out on fancy dates and waste money trying to win you a plushie from a claw machine we both know is rigged." He stopped for a moment as you both giggled. "I want to make you feel adored, Y/N."

You stared at him in shock for a second, overcome with emotion. Your heart was racing. You could picture it all. You wanted it. You wanted it with him. And yet, you heard yourself say, "But, Mark--"

"And, before you say anything, no, I'm not gonna put my life on hold waiting for you." He rolled his eyes, predicting everything you were gonna say. "But I want to give this a shot. I want to give us a shot. So take your time because I'm not going anywhere."

He held out the rose, which you shyly accepted. You felt yourself blushing as you smiled and looked into his eyes. His face lit up as your eyes met. "I would buy you a rose every day just to see you smile like that," he said, making your heart speed up.

And suddenly, love didn't feel as far away anymore. Maybe it was right under your nose the whole time.

“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

how to (successfully) apologise to your significant other.

summary: your boyfriend wants to apologise for constantly ditching you in the middle of your dates.

warning: swearing? that’s basically it lol

genre: fluff, slight angst, 90’s au, whipped jeno & a side of petty reader LOOOOL

pairings: jeno x gender neutral!reader

a/n: planned out a jaemin series after watching a friend of mine’s youtube channel hehe >:3 stay tuned for that!

The sounds of tiny rocks lightly hitting your window was the last thing you were expecting to hear on a Friday at 11:27pm. 

To avoid the rest of your family waking up from the noise, you decided to go see who wanted to bother you at this time.

When you opened your window, the sounds of tiny whispers coming from an unknown place could be heard. Was there someone hiding?

Looking out your window, you locked eyes with the boy you had been dating for almost 2 years. There was a lump of something unidentifiable, maybe a bag filled with things? It was a bit difficult to identify what it was, but you supposed that could wait for a later conversation.

“Go away.” You hissed, about to step back and shut the blinds as a means of avoiding him, but Jeno continued to stand where he was, holding a boombox with ease.

“No! Just hold on a second and hear me out, please.” You could hear the slight crack in his voice as he begged you to give him a chance to listen.

Deliberately choosing not to verbally respond, you stayed stationary in your current position - watching him from your window, giving him the hint that you were silently telling him to continue. 

You might have not been an open book, but he still read your actions very well and could often tell what you were thinking. Perks of being your boyfriend, and all of that.

Jeno coughed multiple times, before hitting the play button on his boombox.

“Caaaaaliforniaa loooove-“ Your boyfriend fumbled to skip the song to the next song. Fantasy by Mariah Carey started playing. You recognised these songs as some that you enjoyed… did he make a mixtape? Specifically for you?

“Agh, shit, give me a minute please (Y/N).”

You deadpanned, “I don’t know why I still like you.”

“I’m glad we kinda share the same sentiment, hun. But at least I know why I like you!” Finally, he played the appropriate song that he had in mind for this situation. Let’s Stay Together by Al Green started quietly playing from the speakers.

“...Have you forgiven me yet?”

“No.” “I have your favourite snacks in this bag!”

“But I want to hear a specific word come out from your mouth.”

“I’ll say what you want, cause I actually mean it. Look, I came here to apologise. I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend as of recently-“

“Yeah asshole, spending time with your friends is normal, but constantly ditching me and even ditching me in the middle of a date to hang out with your friends? You’re the best boyfriend in the world.” Sarcasm dripped from your lips, making Jeno wince.

He then let out a sigh, “There’s no excuse for my behaviour, and I will admit that I was a total jerkface or however those shitty rom-coms we watch say these things. We however, are not in a shitty rom-com movie, and I want to make it up to you. Really.”

You raised a brow at his words, “And you couldn’t have picked a better time of day? Usually if someone wants to hang out, they hang out in the daytime so that they can go get some good sleep at night.”

“Just please come down here,” he whined, “If you don’t wanna go out with me now, that’s fine. It’s a hot-as-fuck summer night. At least take the things I got you, and give me an answer? Even if it’s just ‘give me time to think’?”

Pointing a finger at him playfully, you gave him a small smile, “You owe me several dates for the next month to make up for all twelve dates you pissed me off. Uninterrupted.”

“I just spent money on the stuff I go-” The uninterested look on your face made Jeno immediately retract his words, “Deal. Jisung owes me money and I’ll pick up more shifts at the diner, no big deal.”

Lifting a hand, the two of you stood in silence. After a bit of contemplation from your end, Jeno watched your figure run out of your room and out the back of your house quietly.

Obviously you weren’t gonna jump out of your window. You weren’t gonna break your limbs to see your boyfriend, you wouldn’t want to do that right after he apologised for being a complete ass.

Closing the door, the next thing you knew, a dog plushie, a bouquet of your flowers and a bag of your favourite snacks were being gently placed into your arms. 

“I forgive you, but all this trouble for me?” Blinking, you looked up slowly at him.

Jeno simply shrugged, “You’re worth going the extra mile for.”

The sound of a familiar - scratch that, two familiar voices going ‘aww!’ in the bushes could be heard, followed by a ‘shut up! you’re ruining it!’ from a certain Huang.

“You’re forgiven, Nono.” At the mention of his familiar nickname, Jeno’s eyes lit up, making you smile fondly.

The two of you leaned closer to each other, not saying a word, but simply smiling at one another.

“My god, just kiss already, I’m tired of you two acting like Ross and Rachel or whatever!” Your mom yelled, startling everyone else outside. The rocks must’ve woken her up, you deduced.

As the two of you turned to look at one another, a pout formed on Jeno’s face while he shrugged, “Well, now that we’ve got permission from the audience…”

Lifting a hand up, you quickly ran over to your mom, giving her the items to hold before dashing back to your boyfriend and pulling him in by his collar for a long kiss.

Feeling your boyfriend’s hands slowly working their way up your ass, you smacked them away, making him pout.

Don’t touch me. I think I’m in my Haechan phase 😭 I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIM! He’s a beaming sun ☀️🥺

let’s grab some dinner [one shot]

-fluff/comfort

-Johnny x College Student!FemReader/OC; established relationship

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: College is beating you up so your sweet boyfriend wants to have dinner with you so you can have a little break

Warnings: over-caring Johnny (in a thoughtful way), mentions of not eating on time/skipping meals, 

Recommended song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5XaGqclLmeuH0EBg75Li0n?si=551ffb352e324872

[8:43 pm]

Printed handouts, pens of different colors, paper clips, books, sticky notes, and many other things can be seen in your disorganized study desk. A usual scene in your one bedroom apartment as the season changes and the weather gets cold because it means the exams just started and you just know that many more assessments will be given in the coming days. 

Getting your not-so-warm cup of tea and taking a little sip, you then check your phone for the time. It was almost 9pm and you’re still not done with the take home exam due the day after. Might be a little early for some to finish this, but you just don’t want this to coincide with a major exam on the same day of its deadline. 

You do some stretching and then look at the overview of your work. “Wow, I am definitely not close to finishing this paper tonight. How long have I been just sitting here and doing this?” You can really give your full attention to tasks and accomplish them as early as possible. You try to keep this kind of time management so you can still have time for yourself before going to bed, but this take-home exam would just not allow it. 

The white noise in your room  was disrupted by your phone as a call came in.

Johnny Suh is calling…..

For someone in a 3-year relationship you have to  admit that his contact name in your phone is a bit bland, and he’s been pestering you about it since the start.

Smiling widely, you answer his call and put it on speaker.

“What can I do for you Mr. John?”

“Wow, no ‘Hi babe, I miss you’ or something like ‘Hi baby, I’m glad you called’? What is happening to society nowadays?”

“Okay, fine. Hi Johnny, I miss you. There, happy?”, you reply dryly just to annoy him a bit.

Johnny is surely the more affectionate one in this relationship. The ways he makes you feel loved, it’s like he took a masterclass for it.

“You didn’t call me baby but okay. I haven’t heard from you the whole day, how are you? Are you very busy because of your upcoming exams?”

You explain to him that you are trying not to stack one assessment over another and that you try your best to finish your other assignments earlier so you have enough time to study for the exams and that you get a good amount of sleep too.

“Okay, I get it. But what were you doing the whole day? You didn’t even spare me a reply.”

It was evident from his voice that he was already pouting by now. 

“I was doing my take-home exam, it’s due on Friday and I have an exam that day. I want to finish it already so I can study for my Chemistry exam without thinking about my other subjects. I’m about 60-65% done with it, I think”

“Okay, at least now I know you were not eaten by your closet monster.” He jokingly said. You can just imagine the big smile he had when he mentioned your closet monster, remembering that you told him about your childhood fear that Monsters Inc. was real. You smile shyly because he remembers the memories you treasure. 

“Well, for me I just finished the varsity meeting and had my dinner there since they gave us salads. Now, I’m on my way to get some coffee. How about you, what did you get for dinner?”

Along with his affectionate side, your boyfriend has that kind of love a mother has.

“Actually I haven’t had dinner, I was ab-”, you were cut-off with a panicked voice.

“It’s already 9pm! Your last meal was around 1pm-ish. You should get enough sustenance, especially now that you're studying so much because of the exams. Having not enough food will make you sick. You being sick will make studying harder and-”

His over-caring side is sometimes annoying because of his never-ending sermons, but you do understand that it's from a place of love and since you go from different universities it's only seldom you can really spend time with him, unlike in highschool where you can have lunches together. 

“Mom, chill. I get it, sorry I got lost doing my school work. Don’t worry after this call, I’ll have something delivered.”

“No, I won’t take that chance. We're going to get dinner.”

Of course you disagreed with what he said because you don’t want him to drive at this hour when he could be resting after his long day. “But John you just had dinner, I’ll just order something later”.

“No buts, I’ll meet you in our place in about 20 minutes tops.”

“Are you sure? I can just eat here in my apartment and you can just go home and rest already.”

“And don’t take the chance to see you and have yourself a little break? I don’t think so. I’ll see you there love.”

As you say your goodbyes and remind him to drive safely, a bigger smile is now plastered on your face. He’s a little stubborn but he's a very sweet guy. Maybe he was just using ‘dinner’ as an additional excuse to see you tonight? Maybe, maybe not. Nonetheless, you feel nothing but loved and cared for. 

You got ready after the call and went straight to the café just below your apartment. This was the place where you and Johnny often celebrate milestones in your relationships since this is where you two first met. Your first encounter with him was in high school, when you were getting some pastry for an afternoon snack and he was ordering coffee and eventually you two started dating. Now, you are attending a university just near your high school alma mater while he chose a university downtown. 

[9:17 pm]

You entered the cafe and there were a handful of students in there, some were studying and some were dining. 

“Hey Y/N! Welcome, what can I get for you?”

The waiter asks as they recognize you.

“I’ll just order a cup of tea for now, I’m also waiting for Johnny”

“Sure, you can take your usual table.”

“Thanks you’re the best.”

Time went by quickly and you just received a message from him saying that he had arrived in the building and was just looking for a parking space. Seconds after, you see him in his after school clothes, and has that sweet smile he always does when he sees you. He approached you with his twinkling eyes and glorious smile. 

“Hi love, did you order already?”, he leaned down a bit to place a short kiss in your forehead,

“Not yet, I was waiting for you.”

He sat down and asked for a menu from one of the waiters and politely said thank you when he was handed it. Both of you made your choices and the waiter wrote it down also noting that your food will be ready in about 10 to 15 minutes.

“So what is your schedule for the rest of the week?”

“I have this take-home exam due on friday, a major exam on friday too, and lastly a discussion forum by friday at 8PM. But no biggie, the discussion forum is gonna be a piece of cake.”

“That’s my smart baby right there.”

“I’m not smart, I just try to do my best in every assessment.”

“Yes you are the most hardworking person I know, but please don’t forget to take care of yourself and have breaks okay? For the times that things get overwhelming, don’t hesitate to call for me because I’ll be there. When you need breaks, I'll always be there to cheer you up. Always. Just for you.”

What he doesn’t know is that just by seeing his smile, you’re already energized and you feel like you can overcome anything.

“I know, thank you for everything Johnny.”

“I love you, I’m here every step of the way.”

--------End--------

Author's Note:

This is my first ever fanfic! I've only been a reader since I started my interest in fanfictions. I hope you'll like it! I would extremely appreciate it if you'll leave comment of what you think could happen next or what part you liked the most. Also, if you can, please share some writing knowledge with me so I can improve more! Thank you!

his choice

summary: at the end of the day, haechan chooses you despite the distance in time and proximity. but why do you feel so... guilty?

notes: idol!haechan, long distance relationship, no amount of fluff detected in this fic lol 221130 haechan i have real feelings for you

genre: angst | word count: 1.4k

- “baby?”, haechan says on the other line.

“haech… hi.”

you were laying on your bed. it has been a long, tiring week. on the other hand, haechan was sitting in front of his laptop. he was trying to fix his phone, trying to find the right angle for you to see his face clearly via facetime. once he felt everything is settled, he just stared at you. he can’t help but smile at your loving features. you are still beautiful as ever, he thought.

but you can see he was also exhausted. his eyes were kind of droopy, longing for some good night sleep. but he decided to stay up to accompany you while you twist and turn, and find the right sleeping position until you fall asleep.

“not going to bed, haech?”

“i’ll let you sleep first, baby.”

then a faint smile slowly crept on your face.

you thought it was cute. he is still the haechan you knew when he mustered up the courage to say he likes you on that one night in that one september night. you thought it was funny, even. he cannot look you in the eyes when he confessed, shy and all. it was unusual for someone who is loved by plenty to still giggle and blush like a little kid. haechan remains humble, head on the clouds but feet on the ground. and that is why despite the doubts and risks of accepting his love, you took the leap of faith, and haechan never failed to make you feel special every single day.

but with the tremendous amount of work lined up in his unpredictable schedule, you cannot help but feel… sorry.

you would be lying if you say you purposely did not answer some of his calls because he was persistent to see you when he gets the chance to do so.

january 16, 1:07am | haech wrote:

january 16, 1:07am | haech wrote:

where were you?

you weren’t picking up :(

you can almost hear haechan sulking as you read his text.

january 16, 2:15am | you wrote:

just out, haechan.

january 16, 2:16am | haech wrote:

tell me about your day? :)

there were at least six missed calls that you refused to answer before this. as you watched your phone vibrating, you just wished he would… stop. it was also two in the morning from where he is, currently touring and all, while you just came back from work and slept. timezones, the distance; you can’t help but to wonder why he still stays.

january 16, 2:20am | you wrote:

tired, baby.

january 16, 2:20am | haech wrote:

just five minutes, please?

but you just left him on read. the way he waited for you to response as he replied instantly for your texts is already bothering you. you also clearly did not know back then why you would do such a thing to haechan until weeks passed by…

it never occurred to you what exactly it was until you have seen him yawning and falling asleep as the both of you catch up on what has been going on with your lives. you clearly knew it was guilty to have him around while he was struggling to maintain his life and work. the guilt rushed in when he started texting almost apologetic messages saying “i’m sorry, i fell asleep.”, “have a great day, baby! i know you could do it!”, and the recent and out-of-the-blue text message he sent that sent you the urge to hit the block button for his own good:

january 28, 5:55am | haech wrote:

baby. i hope you never get tired of me… of this. i know it has been a rough couple of weeks of us being in different parts of the world. you don’t know how much i want to hold you, kiss you, and hug you at every chance i get. please wait for me to come home. please never be tired. i’m willing to work this out. i’ll make time for you, baby.

don't leave me, please?

and by that time, you knew haechan has been also feeling you were about to back down. it is just that the assumed reasons were different. haechan feels he was losing you because of the lack of time and distance he spends with you, and you, on the other hand, are willing to sacrifice this love that you wanted to keep for a long so he could continue living freely.

so you decided to talk to haechan tonight.

he deserved to at least receive a proper goodbye.

“what time is it there, haech?”

“it’s…” haechan looked at his watch, eyebrows scrunched and all, “two-thirty a.m.”

“aren’t you tired?”

“not when i see you, baby.”

you felt like your heart is about to burst from being squeezed so tightly. you removed your phone from your face and let the camera face in front of the ceiling. you were suppressing your whimpers. it hurts to hear those words; those words that were carefully curated for you to be heard so you would be convinced he is enduring it all when he is not. and giving up the fight is only the answer you have.

“baby…?” haechan asks for you. “still there?”

“yeah, yeah.” you wiped your tears away and faked a forced smile for him to see. you picked up your phone and made sure he could not see any hints of you hurting. “just… picked up something.”

“oh, okay.”

you can hear haechan singing baekhyun’s love again, and you just smiled through the entire mini-show, exclusively for you. he loved singing and sharing his favorite songs with you. you were never a fan of ballads until he came into your life, and suddenly everything felt at ease. but you had to ask before you.

“does it get tiring sometimes, haech?”

“what do you mean?”

“this.”

he looked straight at the camera and stopped the music playing in the background. haechan kind of stood still for seconds, bracing himself on where this conversation is going. but he responded upfront and with no hesitations.

“never.”

“why?” you asked.

“because it’s you.”

“why do you still stay?”

“because it’s you.”

“why do you keep saying it’s me?”

“because i love you.”

haechan can feel the series of questions from you being said so nonchalantly and so monotonously. he already knows your walls are building themselves up as he continuously answers. it was frustrating to see that you were no longer convinced, that the i love yous no longer work.

“stop saying that, haechan.”

“it’s haech.”

“what do i even do for you?”

“you—you make me happy, baby.”

“just go to sleep, haechan.”

“i won’t.”

“why?”

“because i know i won’t be seeing you in the morning after this.”

and you know he was right. you were already consumed by the thought of leaving and convinced he makes himself strong in front of you despite the circumstances.

but haechan is not ready to give it all up, not just yet.

“listen to me, baby. please?”

you turned off your camera, and you can see haechan slightly panicking. but he had to keep his composure still.

“every day, i choose you. my heart chooses you. i come back to you because my heart says so—that you keep me sane. you keep me feeling things; that you keep me afloat; that you keep me human.” haechan insists.

“you are that tiny light that i see whenever i come back to my apartment; and when i see it, it feels like someone’s waiting for me to come home, baby.

you are that someone, baby. you love me because i can fall crumbling and all because you are my home. and you accept my flaws.

it doesn’t matter if i’m tired and all, because you’re… you’re my rest.”

you let out sobs and your cries were no longer able to be contained. haechan waits for you on the other line to open your camera, or at least say something back. he anxiously taps his foot on the floor.

you picked up your phone and there he was, staring intently at a blank screen, biting his lower lip and teary-eyed.

“loving someone is a choice.

and every day, i choose you.”

and before you end the call, you heard him saying:

"i love you so much.

come back to me, baby, please?”

would you?

I hope my mom heals from the things she doesn’t talk about

Kiss Kiss / LDH

words suggested by; anon (mwah)

words; Haechan. Hugs. White. True love. Forehead/eyelid kisses.

(if confused, see post rebloged about me waiting to write blurbs with words suggested. suggestions are still open!)

———

You hated the cold; everything about it was just so gloomy and well— cold. The window curtains weren't pulled back enough to see the blizzard raging outside, the curtains weren't pulled back to see the obscenely bright snow that fluttered across the sky. Yet, despite the cold weather outside, you were warm. So comfortably warm. His arms wrapped around your stomach, your own hands intertwined with Hyuck's as his soft snores filled your ears.

Snow days were probably the best and the worst winter phenomena that occur once every full moon; you loved it because a, you didn't have to go to work, and b, you would be stuck with your favorite person on earth. There wasn't a con unless staying inside all warm and cozy was one, you didn't have a chance to complain.

Carefully turning around because forbid you woke him up, your eyes lingered on Donghyuck's face. How peaceful and beautiful he looked, the way his chest fell into a steady rhythm, his soft features were angelic and delicate as he slept.

Unconsciously, you brought your hand to his face, lightly caressing his cheek. He was so perfect, not meant for this world. Your heart swelled, and the mere thought of him in your life sprang tears to your eyes and sent a wave of happiness coursing through your body.

He's yours. The love of your life is yours.

You gave him a small but lingering kiss on his forehead before pulling back the covers to get ready for the day. However, his arms around your waist didn't move, and the smile that tugged his lips didn't go unnoticed.

"Have you been awake all this time?"

Hyuck's eyes cracked open, "just long enough to know that you kissed me."

"Really?"

"Mh-hm," he let out a yawn, a small smile crossing his face. "Can I show you where you kissed me?"

"I don't know," you hummed, "can you?"

He didn't respond and only brought his face towards yours, peppering your face your kisses on your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids, your lips— just all over your face.

Soft giggles echoed through the room, ones that only got louder and louder as time went on. The cold winter storm outside was nothing compared to the warmth and love that you felt inside the comforts of your boyfriend's arms.

codename: monster (M)

pairing: jeno (nct) + you (reader)

summary: your life is nothing short of idyllic. you have a perfect house, a beautiful daughter and a loving husband. there’s just one rule - never ask Jeno what he does for a living…

warnings: mild language; recurring dialogue related to pregnancy and baby making; explicit sexual content

a/n: this is part of my villain series beast mode, but can be read separately as a standalone oneshot; check my masterlist for other parts; happy reading!

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Tell your kids about me

I hope that when you’re older

and your hair is begin to grey

when you’ve built your life

found your happiness

Your child asks about me one day

I know that you’ll be stunned

But let out a soft smile

I hope that you’ll ask them to take a seat

Cause you’ll be talking for a while

It was never a thought in my head

That we would be sharing our love story alone

I always thought those kids would be ours

But I guess the future is unknown

Please tell them how much I loved you

Share our memories

Give them advise

Tell them about the choices you made

It’ll make you wonder if it was worth the price

Be honest with them about what happened

Please don’t tell them we endet fine

Your first love just not your last love

But maybe we will work out in another lifetime