I'd much rather be at our high school's old dusty rooftop, where we met, than where I am right now.
On that hot tuesday afternoon, the sun beat down on the dull grey roof atop Daegu High's main building. dull grey roof sat Yoongi, playing on his phone to relieve his seemingly unending boredom. The door that revealed the staircase that led to the rooftop clicked open that afternoon. Peeking through the door was a curious-eyed Joyce. "U-uhm.. I'm s-sorry.. My friend ran off and I j-just thought she came up here and.. " The young female stuttered as she looked to Yoongi, who's eyes showed no particular expression. "You didn't do anything wrong, don't apologize," Yoongi said lightly. And with that, Joyce turned and went right back out of the rooftop's door. That was the day we'd first met. But that first day, I didn't know anything. I didn't know what would become of me and that wide-eyed, innocent looking, Joyce.
I'd much rather be in Joyce's bedroom, where we had our first 'date',than where I am right now.
When my English course teacher told me that she'd arranged me a tutor to help bring up my low scores in her class, I'd been quite indifferent about it. I had nothing to loose, I supposed. But when I discovered that said tutor was Joyce, I couldn't help but feel the need to thank my teacher. The only time I'd met her had been the occasion at the rooftop, and since then I had been vaguely curious about her. So when I ran into her in the hallway, we arranged that I'd be heading to his house after school, and off we went with our days. I arrived at her house a little while after school had ended, it took me a bit to find it within the confusing maze of large, beautiful houses, but eventually I pulled into her windy driveway, and walked up to the doorstep, and knocked on the door. The door was opened, revealing one of Joyce's maids who quickly escorted me up to her room and briskly pushed me through the door. She must've have other things to attend to, judging by her rush. Joyce was sitting at a desk, all of her english materials spread out over it. I sat beside her after a short greeting, and she began to teach me, or to try to. But I was quickly disinterested by the subject, it was no wonder my marks for English were so low. I begged her to take a break, and soon we were both engulfed in a movie, sitting on her bed. We didn't get to studying much more English that night. In fact, I didn't even get home that night. I fell asleep in bed beside Joyce.
I'd much rather be in downtown Seoul, where we fell in love, than where I am right now
Many dates followed that first 'date' of ours, nearly all of them scattered around the busy streets of downtown Seoul. We'd spend the day at the arcade, visit a cafe after school, I'd take her to dinner here and there. There were infinite possibilities that lie within the bustling city. Infinite possibilities that me and Joyce loved to explore. It wasn't long before on one of those many dates, I found myself beginning to fall for Joyce. I found my eyes glued to her perfect slim figure as she did even the simplest of tasks. I found myself reaching out to take the younger female's hand at every possible moment. I found myself watching her lips as she spoke, following them with every little movement. Those perfect pink lips. It surprised me at first, really, but it wasn't long before I'd accepted the fact that I had fallen in love with Joyce.
I'd much rather be at the neighborhood playground, where I asked her to be mine, than where I am right now.
I remember that evening at the park so clearly, like it was just yesterday. Unlike some of our more extravagant date nights, that day we'd decided on just a simple walk around the neighborhood park. Hand in hand we strolled around the sidewalk that looped between playgrounds, trees and grassy fields. It was peaceful and quiet, the breeze lightly blew my orangish hair from side to side. It was calm, perfect. I'd decided beforehand that was the day I'd ask Joyce to be mine, officially. I remember the happiness I felt swung our intertwined hands as I hummed lightly. "Joyce", I had asked gently as I led her to a swing, letting her sit as I stood in front of him. ''Yes Yoongi?" She asked, the same curiosity shining in her eye that had the first day I met her. "Joyce," I'd begun, kneeling down in front of the swing that the younger female sat on, as if he was proposing. "Would you do me the pleasure of allowing me to consider you my girlfriend?" I had asked her simply. And with a nod of her head, I'd pulled her into a kiss, the fist of many.
And I so so much rather be at our beach house, where I proposed, than where I am right now.
I could never forget that day. I had taken Joyce to my family's beach house for the weekend, just the two of us. It was a nice vacation from our everyday routines, countless late nights at work, further robbing the time we spent with each other. It had been 2 years since we'd graduated high school.. People say you grow apart after high school. But we didn't. Me and Joyce never grew apart. It was like we were made for each other, nothing could ever take us away from each other, not being busy with work, not other friendships. I wanted to make it official, finally. I wanted Joyce to officially be mine forever, there was just one little step before that. I had to propose. On that day, as we went for a stroll down the beach, I knew it was time.
"Joyce," I'd begun, slowing my steps to a stop before I faced Joyce, taking both of her hands in my own. "You are perfect, so perfect. You have those perfect dark eyes, this perfect little nose, " I said, gesturing to each part of her as I spoke, ''this perfect body, that perfect laugh, this perfect smile. You always know just the perfect things to say to me, you know just how to make me feel better when I'm upset, you are the perfect everything Joyce, you're perfect for me," I said, tone dripping with sincerity as I lowered myself down to my knee slowly. "And Joyce I don't know how someone as perfect as you ended up with someone like me, but God, I love you so much that I can't let you go," I continued, my voice as smooth as silk as I pull the small ring box out of my back pocket. "So baby, would you do the honor of making me the happiest man alive." I opened the box," and marry me?"
"Yes, Yoongi, I'll marry you."
You may be wondering where I am now, exactly.
I'm in heaven.
And I miss my fiancé Joyce so God damn much.
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