Future Talks (1/1)
A/N: I AM BAAAACK!! :D (not that anyone cares haha). Anyhow, please do enjoy reading!~ :DD
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The heavy raindrops pattering against the window panes seemed like the perfect fit for Ryeowook's mood today. It was like a complimentary combination: the continuos tap tap sound of the water and his melancholy.
Honestly, Ryeowook would admit that he was prone to such fragility, although it wasn't as often that he let it bubble up over his facade. It was only few times in between that he would mull over his life's course, partly because he had always been filled with schedules and other commitments that he had no time to just sit around and muse for hours on end. However, when he would be granted some peace, preferrably with a matching dreary weather too, all he just wanted to do was to imagine.
Besides, it wasn't illegal to imagine things, right? Even if your imaginations were farfetched at its best?
Sometimes, Ryeowook just liked to think about the future. There was something mystical about it—mysterious—and exciting. Maybe this was because he really had high hopes for the future, for the days and years to come. And he would admit, most of his daydreams were completely centered around one thought.
Cho Kyuhyun.
It shouldn't be a surprise already; after all, Ryeowook considered the younger man as someone he liked to spend the rest of his life with. Most of his time were spent envisioning about the what-ifs—waking up beside Kyuhyun, cooking for him, taking care of the younger, or just plain loving him forever. Ryeowook liked to imagine what would it be like if Kyuhyun was just his, the feel of making love with the other, or perhaps the feel of being in a long-lasting relationship, maybe even what would it be like to marry Kyuhyun and start a family with him.
He wondered what would be it like to spend every moment of his existence with the man he loved more than life itself.
Thinking of his future with Kyuhyun never failed to put a wide hopeful smile on Ryeowook's face. There was something in that idea, after all, that would always make butterflies flutter inside his stomach—making his face blush and his heart happily beating.
And sometimes, the daydreams were already enough to complete Ryeowook's day, even if he knew those imagined scenarios would forever stay as delusions.
Ryeowook then sighed. There was no use getting sad over trivial things that wouldn't ever happen. The best he could do now was to blindly hope. Maybe even to just stay optimist and positive.
And with that emotional supportive thought, an idea promptly came to his mind. When all things would fail, trust the one thing that wouldn't ever leave you alone.
Tumblr seemed like his only friend at times like these, after all.
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'Do you ever wonder what your future husband is doing right now?' Ryeowook mentally slapped himself; wondering if what he was doing was a good idea. After all, was it even logical that one would turn to Tumblr just to f