part thirty-five,
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I laid awake, I knew I wouldn't be able to get much sleep tonight, but I didn't know that I would feeling this awake.

I laid on my arms, staring up at the plain white ceiling. I thought everything was turning out better, but after what Nicole told me, I didn't know if it was turning even more better, or worse.

Yeah, I should forgive him, Hansol. I know I should forgive him, but why couldn't I face him after all of this mess? Was I a coward?

I leant my head to the right, letting my gaze fall upon the clock on my wall, eleven fifty-eight, two minutes until Christmas would be upon us.

I bit my lip, fluttering my eyes closed briefly as I ran through the thoughts in my crowded mind. Breathing deeply I opened my eyes again, eleven fifty-nine.

Sitting up I tucked my legs underneath my body, running my hands through my dark hair in a stressful matter. My chest felt heavy with an unknown feeling, a bile rose up in my throat even though no tears threatened to spill, I was through that stage.

Twelve o'clock, midnight. I couldn't help but smile, letting out a small, life-less giggle at what my life had become.

The sound of my cellphone receiving a text startled me, making me fall slightly on my comforter, reaching my arm out to support myself.

It's probably Bora, I thought to myself, she was most likely sending me a merry Christmas.

Sighing, I reached over to grasp my phone from my nightstand, bringing it in front of me as the screen turned to life.

Although it wasn't Bora, nor Nicole, nor Jeonghan or even my father for that matter.

It was from Hansol.

With cloudy eyes I looked up at he clock, twelve o'two in the morning, what was he doing up at this time? Rubbing my eyes I unlocked my phone, clicking on my texts and hurriedly reading what he wrote.

❝Park Hana, I would like to wish you a merry Christmas. I love you, even though you hate me with a passion, I love you Park Hana, and I am not afraid to yell it to the world❞

I furrowed my eyebrows, resting my back on the plush pillows as I continued to read, the tears starting to pool at the back of my eyes.

❝And not only that, the day I met you I knew I would love you until the day I die. I didn't know if it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile, or it could've been your hair, or your voice, your personality, but whatever it was, it made me fall, and pretty damn hard.❞

Covering my mouth with my hand in shock, a lone tear fell down my cheek, but I didn't care enough to wipe it away, I only cared on what I was currently reading.

❝Hell, I knew I was fucked when I got attached to your voice, longing to hear it every damn second of the day and even after all of these nights, like I said before, you are still the one I want, and I will never change that. So please Hana, open the goddamn door so I can give you your goddamn Christmas present...❞

I stood up hurriedly from my position on the bed, my palm continuing to cover my mouth in shock as the tears continued to pour from Hansol's message. He was outside my home, in the cold Seoul air, and I had to go and see him.

Father and Lynn were long since asleep, but that was the last thought on my mind as I rushed out of my room and down the cold stairs, the heating unit not alight with the rest of the neighborhood sound asleep.

Without a second thought nor a second glance, I was quick to open the front door, breaking down as Hansol stood there, not dressed in a suit and tie, nor did he look like my knight in shining armor, but he stood there looking perfect nonetheless.

"I know it wasn't you" I cried out, flinging myself forward to wrap my arms around his neck in a tight and warm embrace. Hansol didn't say a word as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer if that were even possible, and digging his head into the crook of my neck, his soft hair tickling at the skin.

I felt his warm, jagged breathes on my neck, and if I wasn't so caught up in the moment I may have suspecting that he too, was crying.

"I love you Park Hana" he whispered into my neck, still holding me close as he shook in my arms, but still unaware of the cold air.

"I love you too Hansol Chwe" I whispered back to him, cheeks wet with salty tears as I pulled away from the boy I was so madly in love with, but was quick to connect my lips with his in a gingerly and passionate kiss.

Pulling away, I stared deeply into his eyes. They held so much emotion as his grasp left my waist, only to reconnect with my hands as he pulled my closer to his body, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"Merry Christmas" he smiled, letting one of my hands free as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans, taking out a small box and placing it in the palm of my hand.

I could only stare at it, my tears subsiding as a warmth spread across my body, the feeling of being so incredibly in love that I felt giddy inside.

"Don't just stare at it, open it" he laughed, squeezing the hand that enclosed mine, only to circle the back of my hand with his cold fingers.

Slowly I opened the box, gasping as a petit, dainty rose gold necklace sat inside, shining with the reflection of the silver moonlight. I could only bite my lip, holding back a sob as my tears started to return.

"Don't cry beautiful" Hansol whispered, as if he was going to wake up the whole neighborhood if he spoke any louder. Gently he brought up a finger, wiping away any of the free tears that fell.

"Joshua helped me pick it out, that's why he was with me the other day" he sent me a goofy, love-struck smile, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine, the smile never leaving his face.

"I- I don't know what to say, I love it" I smile goofily back, staring up at him through my teary-filled eyes as he looked down at me with pure admiration.

"I want you Park Hana," he started, enveloping his other hand with mine again, forehead never leaving my own as our noses touched, "I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night."

"The blankets that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws, all of them. I want to dig into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new, all of the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave ... and capture you."

"And I want to capture you too Hansol Chwe."

fin.

a/n:

Guys it is over.

Chances, is over and I am crying and I am dying and I dunno whether to be happy or sad.

I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming with me on this amazing journey, I will never be able to thank you guys enough.

I'm so emotional right now omg. Please never forget me, and continue to keep up with my other stories, because I still want to be in touch with every single one of you, because you guys mean the world to me.

Yet again, thank you so so so much for everything you have all done, and making chances the way it is today.

I would never have been able to do it without you guys ...

An epilogue should be up soon xx

From the bottom of my heart, I love you all.

frances;