Third Person POV

"Stop stressing," Heiji chuckles, looking over the table at the man. "This was all perfect."

Hyunjae glances up at her, a worried expression on his face as he chewed his bottom lip. "Are you sure?"

"Stop!" She places her cutlery on the table, walking around to squeeze his cheeks. "I already told you, you didn't have to do such a thing either."

"I wanted to," he sheepishly smiled, looking into her eyes. "It's the least you deserve."

Heiji glanced around at the petals which filled the mans living room, how they trailed delicately towards the candlelit table where he sat, looking pretty dapper, she must admit.

But why couldn't she shake wishing it was Sunwoo? Although, her answer was pretty obvious.

"I loved it," she chuckles again, as he gently pulled her onto his lap which only caused her to giggle even more. "Thank you, Hyunjae."

"Anything for you," his hands brushes through her hair, his hand softly gripping her waist to steady her. "And I mean that."

"I know," she says quietly, just enough so he could hear. "And I love you for that."

A lump formed in her throat after she said those words, it was as though she had no control over what she was saying.

Did she really love him? She had contemplated it for so long, having a boyfriend who would constantly shower her in love and compliments and affection - it seemed only fair that she returned such a thing.

She shortly came to the conclusion that the love she had for Hyunjae was nothing compared to the love she had for Sunwoo.

Her love for Hyunjae was a familiarity kind of love. Where she loved everything he done for her, how greatly he treated her, and how ideally perfect of a boyfriend he was. She couldn't help but love him in some way for that.

Her love for Sunwoo was a burning, although it seemed slow burning in this situation, passionate love. Where she loved him for who he was despite his flaws, despite despising how he treated her, and how he wasn't ideally the perfect husband. She couldn't help but love him for all those things, and it drove her mad.

"You do?" Hyunjae's eyes glimmered with hope and love, staring up at the girl with a smile slowly creeping on his face.

"I do," she nods, half contently, feeling somewhat guilty for the thoughts in her head. "I haven't said that before."

"I know you haven't," he reaches up to place a kiss on her cheekbone. "I've waited for this day for years."

Heiji giggles as he places kisses all over her cheek, gradually moving down towards her neck which made her shiver from his breath tickling her.

His kisses got sloppier, his hands gripped slightly tighter on her waist, and Heiji knew his game all to well.

"Hyunjae," she breathes out, as he nuzzles his head into her neck. "I'm on my period."

"Shit," he looks up at the girl. "I'm sorry, Heiji, I got carried away."

"Don't be silly," she smiled, kissing his nose. "I appreciate that you're that attracted to me."

"I'd be stupid not to," he smiles against her lips, giving her a quick kiss. "Would you like to watch a movie? I'll sit on the other couch so I can try to resist you a little better."

Heiji let's out a laugh, rising up from his lap and gathering the plates as he shortly followed. "For that, I'm sitting on your lap."

"Tell me more," he tickles her waist as they walk through to the kitchen to wash, Hyunjae insisting that he would finish everything by himself, urging her to go and relax.

And so she did relax. She lay there on the couch, with Hyunjae's arm around her, convincing herself that this was how things were supposed to be.

But they wouldn't be like that.

By the time Heiji arrived home, she was tired from the laying and doing nothing all night. It was weird how draining being lazy was.

Walking up the pathway, she noticed again that her living room light was on, as well as the light in the kitchen. Which made zero sense to her, she left to go to Hyunjae's when it was still light.

Sighing, she opened the door gently, as it was unlocked as expected, and she knew what to expect when she opened it.

Just like de ja vu, she saw the floor laced with flowers, which were not of petals from roses, instead they were daisies.

She wandered carefully, not wanting to damage the flowers which were placed so gently and thoughtfully, as they led her to her dining room table.

The woman turned her head, hearing the clanking of stuff in the kitchen and a groan from Sunwoo's lips, making her chuckle softly.

She took off her jacket gently, in an attempt to stay quiet as she assumed the man was making so much noise and ruckus in the kitchen he wouldn't have heard her come in by now.

So she decided to sit patiently at the table, and wait for him. She wasn't necessarily hungry, lightly peckish would cut it, but she knew she'd appreciate whatever the man was doing just now for her.

The table, too, was candlelit, everything was neat and tidy and carefully thought out. In the middle of the table was a photo frame, in which a photo of her and Sunwoo on the day they got engaged sat in.

She noticed how happy she was in the photo, having just graduated with her best friend and love by her side, not expecting what was next to come.

She noticed how happy he was in the photo, he too having graduated with the love of his life by his side, anticipating what was next to come with the ring in his pocket.

Heiji wondered if that was the happiest, despite their wedding day, that the two had ever been.

Everything about that day was special, and they were special.

"Where has she moved the wok to?" She heard the man groan, alongside a clinking of metals which made her laugh.

"Under here," she speaks from the doorframe, opening the cupboard to the right of her, making Sunwoo turn in shock.

"Hi," he says, his eyes still wide, looking around at the mess. "You weren't supposed to see this."

"I figured," she nodded, handing the man the wok. "Do you need a hand?"

"No," he lets out a nervous chuckle. "Maybe a little bit?"

"Okay," she smiles softly, walking around him and placing the wok on the heat. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Don't divorce me?" He pleads jokingly, albeit seriously, making Heiji chuckle. "You didn't limit the suggestions, so I thought I'd give it a try."

"Good try," she chuckles, looking over at him as he furrowed his eyebrows, peeling garlic. "I don't think in ten years I've seen you cook."

"Technically seven," he mutters, making Heiji's smile die down, which he noticed from the corner of his eye. "Sorry."

"Better be," she shakes her head. "This dinner better make up for it."

And it did.

She loved how everything was presented perfectly, although the journey to making it was anything but perfect.

It was clumsy, she had to help him, everything was a bit hectic - but she liked the authenticity of that.

"Thank you, Sunwoo," she bowed her head to the man as he shook his. "What?"

"You don't need to thank me so formally," he chuckles, although his eyes gradually shifted down to the photo that sat on the table. "I'm your husband, after all."

"I know," she nods. "I still should thank you."

"After all the dinners you made for me?" He throws the woman a smile.

"It's no problem," she takes a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm your wife, after all."

Silence filled the room after her words, which was a tell tale sign to the two that they were in deep thought, mainly about one another. It made the silence all the more comforting, and familiar.

"You're someone's girlfriend, too," he mutters sadly, his eyes refusing to meet hers.

"I'm not having this conversation," she shakes her head, picking up her plate and cutlery, as she walked round the table to pick up his.

He didn't even try to stop her, instead he sat for a minute, thinking everything through in his head before he rose from his seat to follow her.

"I think we should have this conversation," he proudly confesses as she throws the dishes in the sink. "I've shrugged it off, I've been cool about it, but I think we should talk about it."

"What do you want me to say to you?" She tilts her head, turning as the man stood directly before her.

"Tell me why," he looks between her eyes. "Tell me why you had to go and love someone else."

"It wasn't quite like that," she argues back. "You left me, you knew you were coming back but I didn't know that. Was I supposed to live my life as though you were still here? Because you weren't."

"Do you love him?" He half exclaims, it coming out more like a statement than a question.

"What does that matter?" She matches his sound level.

"Yes or no?" He tilts his head, looking down at her intimidatingly, his voice only seeming to get louder. "It's a simple question Heiji."

She was somewhat shocked at his tone of voice, the way in which he spoke with such angst and volume for such an ill man made her almost shiver.

It was apparent that it was taking a lot of his energy to speak to her about this, and in such a way, his emotion was dripping through his words, undeniably.

"Not the way I love you."

"You mean that?" He looks between her eyes, a hand reaching up to clasp her right cheek.

"I wish I didn't," she nodded her head, scrunching her eyes closed as she, as expected, melted in to the mans hand. "I really wish I didn't."

"But you do?" His other hand delicately placed itself on her left cheek, him desperately looking between her eyes although they remained closed. "Heiji?"

"I do mean it," she finally opened her eyes to see the man looking pleadingly at her. "But you should know..."

"I should know what?" His face turns concerned, watching as a tear escaped her eye.

"You should know that every part of me wishes I could love him the way I love you," she takes a deep breath. "You should know that when I'm with him, he treats me perfectly, and he loves me."

"He'd be stupid not to," his words exactly like Hyunjae's earlier. "But I can guarantee I love you more than he does."

"You can't guarantee that," she shakes her head, wriggling her face out of the trap his hands had put it in. "You should go."

"I don't want to."

"I want you to."

"But I don't," he pouts, releasing his hands from her face which only moved to lay on the counter behind her at either side of her, somewhat trapping her again. "I'll only go if you insist."

"That's exactly what I'm doing," she huffs, looking up at him. "I'm insisting."

"Really?" He looks down at her, a small smirk creeping on his face, Heiji's cheek flushing at the close proximity between the two.

She felt flustered by the fact she couldn't move or break free from the current position he had her in, alongside that charming, smug look upon his face which only made her heart beat faster.

It was this very charm she fell in love with, and she grew to realise it was a charm which he only displayed around her. And that made her feel special, it made her feel loved. And that's how she wanted to feel.

"Sunwoo?"

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."