F O U R T Y F I V E
"don't get photos of me, i don't look good today."
"pfffftttttt, full of lies you sure are jung hoseok."
he hugged her as she snapped the camera.
"gotcha!" she amusingly exclaimed as he dragged her into the coffee shop.
"wah, you're such an ulzzang."
she admired him from across the table. "i see you're wearing the glasses today too. i was right, they look really good on you." she smiled, leaning over the table to kiss his nose.
"i'm going to get out coffee baby."
he got up.
incoming call from seoul hospital
answer decline
"hello?"
"hi is this mr. jung?"
"um no, i'm sorry. i think you have the
wrong number."
"oh, okay. thank you."
she placed his phone down with confusion.
"who called." he questioned putting their drinks down.
"the hospital, i think they had the wrong number."
"oh."
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Poetrya recollection of all those times they spent just loving one another hoseok © SACCHARINEYKH
