Soojung couldn’t remember how many day was it when she counted the days Sehun falls more and more in love with her, she had been continuously counting and counting until she can’t even count them again.
It had always been the three of them, from the start. The King, The Princess, and The Joker. The world had been theirs for the taking.
Their teachers used to refer to them as the three musketeers, whispering at the back of the classroom. These days, Soojung wondered if her boys - and they would always be her boys, in her mind - even remembered she existed.
sestal au // honeymoon period krystal still doesn't know what love is, still gets flustered when he smiles, and still questions every step they take but she's happy and that's enough. love, rather than a word, has always seemed like a blanket to her, one that covers her left side when sehun hogs the it in the middle of the night. love is also the blanket that covers his well-being because she thinks it's cute instead of hurting him. everyone tells her it's going to fade, but krystal doesn't mind because she's excited for the day when she'll make use of the hideous antique his aunt bought and get to smash his head in when she wakes up cold.