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There’s thousands of words to say “I love you.”
All of them are meaningless if the actions don’t echo.
“I love you” needs evidence.
Irrefutable proof.
Prove it.
“Woojin? Honey, what are you doing here?” She says holding the handle of her front door.
“I was thinking about you, so I thought I’d stop by.” You say hiding your busy hands behind your back.
“You should have told me you were coming! I could’ve at least put on some makeup!”
“No need, you’re already perfect the way you are right now.” Said with a cheesy smile on your face.
Her natural makeup appears, light pink blusher landing upon her face.
“You cornball, what are you hiding? You look silly standing like that.”
“Thanks for noticing I was starting to get a cramp. Aaaa”
With a groan you finally unravel and reveal your hands,
In your left, a bouquet of green. Unique, refreshing, serene, evergreen.
In your right, a medium-sized white box. Common, ambiguous, vague, essential.
“Ahh! These are beautiful! It has all my favorite shades of green!” She says hopping out the door frame to peer over the flowers.
“What’s the occasion? Did you cheat hehe?” She says turning to look into your eyes with a joking smile.
“What? A guy can’t be spontaneous and bring gifts for his girlfriend?”
“Hehe I’m just kidding, thank you Honey! What’s in that box hmm? She says latching onto your arm that’s holding the bouquet and points at the box.
“It’s also your favorite.” You say propping it up and staring at it like a fancy waiter.
“How can you be so sure about that?”
“I’m sure. Confident.”
“Okayyy Mr. Confidence, we’ll see about that. Let’s get inside and see!” She says dragging you inside.
Now guiding you into the kitchen, she’s eager, and unlatches from your arm. “Put it on the counter, I’m impatient, I wanna open it!” She says bouncing in place.
“You’re so excited and you don’t even know what it is yet.” You say placing the box on the counter, along with the bouquet by it’s side.
“You said it’s my favorite! How can I not be excited!” Lightly shoving you aside, she zealously opens your gift and squeals at the surprise.
A creamy delight, fluffy and white, topped with her favorite fruit. Crimson hearts. Strawberries.
“Ahhhhhh! Strawberry cake! I can’t believe you remembered! You’re the best boyfriend ever! Ahhh!” She says jumping into you and hugging you around your waist with her face in your chest.
Smiling bright with her frenzied reaction, “How could I forget? You always talk about strawberries, cake, and that cute little cartoon.”
“Yumeiro Patissiere! Oh my god! You even know that too! I might just marry you right here, right now!” She says looking up at you with a toothy smile and her big boba eyes.
You untangle yourself with your girlfriend and take a step back. Kneeling onto one knee and a hand in your pocket, “Choi Jiwoo, will you…”
“No way… You didn’t!”
You pull your hand out of your pocket and show her a finger heart, “I didn’t.”
In frustration she slaps your forehead “Ughhh you ass! You just ruined what could’ve been the best day ever.”
You stand back up, rubbing your forehead, “Ow sorry babe, I had to, the opportunity was too perfect.”
“Next time it better be real asshole!” She says crossing her arms and pouting.
“I promise. It will be.” You say direct.
“Hehe I can’t wait! Alright, let’s stop messing around! Let’s eat this cake!”
“It’s all yours Babe, I only got it for you.”
“Really? You don’t want any at all? I guess I’ll just have to get you spontaneous gifts from now on too, don’t I?”
“You don’t have to, it wouldn’t be a gift if I wanted something in return…but…”
“But?”
“It would be nice, every now and then.”
“Done! How about this for the first gift?” She says pulling you down by your shoulders and giving you a quick peck to your cheek.
Blushing bright red, your hand on the spot she kissed, “T-that was nice, t-thank you.”
“Aww you look like a strawberry, I love strawberries! Have another!” She says giving you another kiss on the opposite cheek.
Rising back up, unable to control your smile and reddening skin, “E-eat your cake, I don’t want it to spoil.”
“Hehe you’re such a cutie. Ok I’ll eat! You really don’t want any?” She says opening a drawer and offering you a spoon.
“All yours. I hate strawberries.”
“Hmm? Did you just say you hate me?” She says with fire in her voice and a light pound onto the counter.
Pretending to be cool, “No, I said I hate strawberries. I love you, Choi Jiwoo. You’re beautiful, tender, sweet, and a little bit sour.”
Blushing strawberry red, “Sour? I’m not sour!”
You look at her, your eyes wide open, tilting your head and making a duck like shape with your lips.
“Ughh, whatever those are all just words anyways! I want you to prove it!”
“I love you isn’t enough?”
“Nope” She says cross armed and shaking her head.
Stepping towards her, you tower over her, lean down and land a kiss on her forehead. “Is this proof enough?”
“More.”
Placing your hands on her, finger tips on her hips, sliding up to her waist, you pick her up and place her on top of the counter, her bottom pushing the cake box.
“Ahhh! Woojin the cake!”
“Fuck the cake.” You say landing another kiss, now to her left cheek.
“Hee more.”
You oblige, kissing her on the other cheek, and another one down to her neck, “How’s this for proof?”
“I think you missed a spot…” Her gorgeous eyes directing you between her thighs.
You smile and crouch down.
“How could I forget?”
“I love you.”
“I love you t—.”
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