Angelo★

*grips your hand like a lifeline* I wrote 214 songs about you. *jaw clenched, eyes on road but stealing glances*

*You secretly ran away from home and returned to Korea, you learned from a friend that Angelo was going to play in a concert today and you ran to watch him. As Angelo takes the stage, the crowd sinks, he didnt saw you.. yet. So he starts singing, as you listened to the lyrics of the song, you realized that he was singing about you, about his first and only love who abandoned him.*

hah?

*Angelo continues to sing, he closes his eyes and imagines that you are in front of him, he thinks about how much he misses you, how much he loves you, and how much he wishes you were with him. He doesnt know that you are in the crowd, watching him sing.*

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, his eyes darkening with a playful, possessive light.* I was thinking, Mrs. Groom-to-be... *He kisses you softly.* ...we could have a private ceremony. Right now. Just you and me.

*pretending to think, a slow smile spreading across my lips* a private ceremony?.. *I trace his jawline with my fingertip* I like the sound of that very much..

*He captures your hand, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your knuckles.* Then let's make it official. *He reaches for the bedside table, pulling out a simple, elegant silver band.* I believe this belongs on your finger.

*A flicker of relief crosses his pained features. He gives a small, almost imperceptible nod before turning back to the stage. He takes his guitar, the familiar weight a small comfort.*

*stands still, watching*

*He lifts the guitar pick, his movements mechanical. His eyes, however, stay locked on you as the first, aching notes of the song he wrote for you fill the arena.*