After I came home from school, I spent half an hour trying to get that sitcky green stuff off my hair, I had to apply shampoo at least three times.

I'm laying on the couch scrolling down on my phone, with Kiyooung laying between my legs and keeping me warm with her soft furr. It's cold outside, it's raining really hard and even the power outage seems to be unstable. I'm actually afraid that it could be gone in any minute, considering that I'm all alone in this big house.

I move my hand to pet Kiyooung's head that's resting on my hip, a slight smile forms on my lips at her cuteness. She's the best thing that could've happened to me.

A loud thunder echoes, startling me and making Kiyooung bark. Geez, this is such a huge storm.

"It's okay Kiki, it was just a thunder." I coo, caressing her furr. She licks my hand, and a sad smile appears this time on my lips. Kiki was the nickname Soobin picked for her.

I shake my head, trying to think about something else. I grab my phone again and try to distract myself, but turns out the signal is gone. I throw it on the table next to me and groan, covering my eyes with my arm and sighing when I hear a knock on the door, making me frown.

"Who is it? I'm not opening the door. It's dangerous." I mutter to myself, laying again on my back.

However, the person keeps knocking on the door, louder and louder, so I decide to stand up and walk to see who it is. Annoyed, I let out a frustrated sigh and open the door standing behind it trying not to get wet.

My eyes widen and my heart is about to jump out of my throat. The rain is wild, and I can see lightings everywhere, the wind is actually freezing... But still, he's in front of me. Completely drenched, I can easily see the drops of water scrolling down his face and hair.

"y/n" He whispers, his voice cracking.

I can't breathe.

"Soobin, what are you doing?" I manage to ask, my chest is clenching and I'm finding it hard to breathe at the sight. "You'll get sick, idiot!" I exclaim, extending my arm to grab his hand and drag him inside, but he steps back.

"I don't care. I came here to tell you everything, If you want me out of your life after this, I'll disappear, but you'll have to listen to what I have to say."

His eyes are red and puffy. His nose is pink and he's panting, his lips are quivering and I don't even know if it's because of the crying or the cold. My heart aches, and a knot forms on my throat.

Here we go again...

"Soobin, I can't... I"

"Listen to me, would you?" He interrupts me with pleading eyes. I sigh, nodding.

"But please, come inside."

He shakes his head.

"No. I don't care if I get sick, I don't care about the cold. I feel even worse on the inside anyways."

I knit my brows together, tilting my head in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"y/n, I can't pretend anymore." He admits. He looks so devastated, so vulnerable, so broken.

"Pretend?" I whisper.

"I can't pretend that I don't care, y/n. Not anymore, I've tried to hold back but I'm sick of it."

What?

"Soobin, if you want me to listen to you, get inside." I demand, already feeling nauseos and with my hands shaking.

He finally steps forward, entering the house. I close the door behind him and then go around to face him. He steps closer to me, his burning gaze is stronger than ever.

"Please, forgive me for keeping silent all this time." He pleads. "I didn't want to face it, I was scared and I hurt you, please... I'm... I'm sorry." His voice breaks, his head falling limp.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, lifting his face with my hand.

"y/n, I love you."

My eyes open wide and my heart stops beating.

"W-what?"

"I love you. I've never been back with Gyuri, I never intended to." He admits. "I said I still loved her because I was scared of facing the truth. That day I felt things I had never felt before. You were sharing something with me and I realized I was falling deep for you. I didn't want to feel this way, I didn't want to get hurt, but I ended up hurting you." He explains, cupping my face with his cold hands.

"Are you serious? Please don't play with my heart." I beg, tears streaming down my face.

"The truth is that I stopped having feelings for her when I started to spend more time with you. She was gone so easily and you owned every single one of my thoughts. But I was so afraid... And when I told you that I still loved her, you stopped talking to me, you stopped reaching out and started to avoid me, even though I lied. I lied because I'm a coward." He sobs, grazing my cheek with his thumb.

"Soobin..."

He smiles at me sadly.

"When I decided to make a move... You were with him. It hit me like a truck when I saw him kissing you in front of me. I felt destroyed." He sighs, moving his hands away from my face, looking down at his feet. "Remember when I was crying the other day? It was because I realized I had lost you. For fuck's sake. I couldn't stand the pain, I still can't. I hated myself because that should've been me. Me and not him, I should've been the one holding your hand as we walk on the streets, kissing you in front of everyone. I was so jealous to see him having his hands on you, your lips on his, he was feeling your kiss, my kiss, your lips were mine first, I don't want anyone else to kiss them but me." He mutters.

"Why are you telling me this now?" I ask, my lips quievering. He finally gets the courage he needs and looks up, our eyes locking.

"Because knowing that I wasted the chance disgusts me. I can't even stay away from you without feeling like I can't breathe, tons of people around me and I still felt alone because you weren't there. No one mattered, nothing mattered if you weren't around. No one compares to you, you never turned your back on me. You were always there for me when no one else was, you hugged me, you cried with me even when you didn't even know me that well. You shared my pain, you tried to protect me. You always put me first even though you were hurting. No one has ever done things like that for me, and I'm sure no one will."

His words shatter my soul and makes my heart shake, my chest tighten. I can't stop crying.

"I-I thought you fought with her and that's why you were crying..." I whisper, my voice cracky.

He shakes his head.

"She went to my house, she kept begging me to get back with her but I said no. I said I didn't love her anymore and she got mad and started to say that I was an idiot because you were with someone that was way better than me. And it was true, he is better than me, he acted like I should have." He admits. "I am so sorry, I will never forgive myself for hurting you... That day when I got drunk, I remember everything, I wasn't that drunk... I was aware of what I was saying and how I made you cry. I made you cry and I'm sorry."

"You knew it?"

"I did... I heard you crying, and I saw when you cut your hand. You lied because you didn't want me to feel bad, how can you be like this for me?" He asks, his brows furrowing, his expression filled with hurt and confusion. "I tried to stay away from you, so maybe you'd find happiness... But I couldn't, I don't want to. I'm sorry for running away, for lying, for keeping silent although I knew how much you were suffering because of me. I love you, I swear I do, so much. So fucking much. You're the most beautiful soul I have ever had the pleasure to meet."

"You... Love me?" I cry, digging my fingers in his damped sweater, tugging on it slightly. I need him to keep saying these words I always wanted to hear from his lips.

"I love you." He assures. "I love you, I'm sorry. I never stopped thinking about you, not even once. I don't want you to walk out of my life, never. I thought you had stopped loving me, that's why I said these words. I had lost you, you were with him and it was my fault. It wasn't about her, it was about you. When you said how much I hurt you, I hated myself, and I hated myself even more when I let you walk out the door. Please stay, stay with me." He begs, caressing my face.

"Soobin, please." I sob.

"I am in love with you. There's no one else, y/n." He says, wrapping me in a tight hug. I bury my face in his chest, still tugging on the cloth of his sweater.

The words I've been needing to hear are finally falling from his mouth. I'm overwhelmed, I'm afraid to feel this happy.

"Please tell me this isn't a lie. Please tell me you won't regret your words and leave again." I whisper against his shoulder.

"It's not a lie, I've been an idiot pushing you away when I knew you loved me. I don't deserve you, I never will, but I swear I'm not lying." He pulls away, cupping my cheek with his large hand. "The day we kissed... I ran away, but I still feel it on my lips. I've been missing you, your face, blaming myself over and over again for being this stupid. I swear I've been through hell and back just like I deserved. I'm so weak when it comes to you, I need you, I-"

I cry, covering my mouth with my hand, muffled sobs keep escaping widly from my lips. I never thought I would hear him saying this to me. I know him enough to see that his feelings are authentic. He looks devastated, it kills me seeing him like this... And to think that he's been crying all this time for me...

His head falls limp again, crying. I place my hands on his cheeks to lift his face up and press my lips against his, kissing him with so much need the world suddenly stops. He reacts and places his hand on my nape, pulling me more into him and kissing me back intensely. His soft, sweet lips I missed so much glide over mine, moving slowly and smooth.

"Does this mean that..." He breathes when we pull back, our foreheads resting against each others.

"I never stopped loving you." I confess, caressing his cheek with my fingers. "You're my heart, my love. Even when you hurt me, my feelings will never change. I'm yours. I've always been."

A lazy smile forms on his lips, his eyes still glassy before he wraps me again in the tightest hug, kissing on my temple.

Soobin dried up, and I handed him some of my dad's old clothes. He sits on the couch, ruffling his hair with the towel, letting it fall around his neck when I sit beside him. I rest my face on my hand, staring at him with adoration until he notices and does the same with me.

"What?" I ask, chuckling.

"You're beautiful."

I feel the heat on my cheeks as I blush. He chuckles, his cute dimples popping up, his eyes going smaller. How I missed his smile.

"You have cute dimples."

He grins.

"Wanna touch them?"

My heart jumps and my stomach flips, remembering the first time he said these words to me.

"You still remember?"

He nods, leaning forward and almost making me lay on my back.

"I love you." He says, running his finger on my cheek. "I really do."

"I love you more."

He pushes me gently to finally lay on my back against the cushions, hovering over me and supporting his body with his hands on both sides of my head.

"Do you?" He asks teasingly, his thick voice makes me shiver. He is leaning in and brushing his nose against mine. I can feel his hot breath fanning against my lips as I get lost staring at his lips. He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers, bringing it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on my knuckles. "I don't think so. I'm crazy about you, did you know that?"

Damn, God help me.

I bite my lip.

"When did you become so flirty?"

He chuckles, his cheeks in a rosy tone.

"When I started to have the girl I like this close." He responds, staring at me with hooded eyes. "Don't you like it?"

"I-I d-do" I stutter nervously, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment. He chuckles again and finally kisses me.

I grip on the neck of his shirt as he kisses me passionately, making me lose my mind. He moves my hand that he was previously holding and places it around his neck without breaking the kiss. I wrap my arms around him and tangle my fingers in his hair. He moves his lips slowly, deliciously, smoothly, then runs his tongue on my lower lip asking for entrance. I open it a little wider and he slides it in my mouth, flicking it with mine and sending electric waves all over my body. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, with his hand resting on my jawline.

He is kissing me with so much want. So much need. Finally. I'm in euphoria, my mind is blowing and my body is feeling things I never felt before.

I nip on his lower lip, giving it a gentle suck that makes him groan against my mouth. He sucks on my lip back in response, and I dig my fingers on his nape. We continue kissing like there's no tomorrow, until our lips are red and swollen for the intense makeout session.

He pulls away to sit correctly on the sofa, running his fingers through his messy hair and licking his lips, letting out a breathy chuckle.

"What?" I ask, sitting straight as well and brushing my own hair with my fingers, smiling.

"I can't believe I ran away and missed all these kisses." He says, turning his face to look at me. His messy hair and his swollen lips make him look absolutely beautiful.

He looks so good, so fucking ethereal.

I chuckle.

"I'm not that good."

He smiles, grabbing my chin with his index finger and his thumb, placing a long lasting peck on my already sensitive lips.

"I could kiss you for hours, baby." He responds, smirking as he pulls back, shaking his wet clothes from before.

Fuck. Did he just call me baby?

I smile, feeling confident. I grab his face and make him turn to look at me.

"Since we lost so much time, I think you should reward me... Do it."

He looks at me in shock, my words making him shy, but then he chuckles. He places the clothes on the armrest of the couch and pulls me in with his hand behind my neck, kissing me again.

I can't believe this is finally happening. My love, my only one has finally said he loves me.