“Jungkookie, we’re fighting again.” I heard him tell me quietly, only a few seconds after he yelled at me as I yelled at him. It broke my heart a bit, but rage was still a fuel to my veins.
“So, does this mean you’ll back out on marrying me, then?” I said out of spite, holding the ring he’d given me three months ago, about to take it off when he just walks toward me. Anger drained away completely from his eyes and he embraces me. I feel my own dissipate.
“If I am marrying you, then I want this, too. I want the pointless fights we have. I want the angry shouts you’ll throw at me. I want the hurt when we do. Because I know after all that, we’ll say sorry and we’ll still come back to each other. I can’t sleep without holding you, remember? I’m never not gonna want to marry you.”
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