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“Johnny how do 당신 think this looks?” 당신 ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” 당신 ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” 당신 ask, scrunching your nose.
“But 당신 also look good in no clothes, if that’s what 당신 want to know,” he grins at 당신 like a little kid. “So could 당신 hurry up so I could see my 가장 좋아하는 outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do 당신 think this looks?” 당신 ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” 당신 ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” 당신 ask, scrunching your nose.
“But 당신 also look good in no clothes, if that’s what 당신 want to know,” he grins at 당신 like a little kid. “So could 당신 hurry up so I could see my 가장 좋아하는 outfit on you?”
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I 사랑 with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I 사랑 you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I 사랑 당신 too.”
