You Won’t Understand Me - Chapter 114

In the joyous moment, Zeng had tears slipping out of his eyes.

Fanxing was so small, so naive when he had first started working at the hospital under Zeng. The boy has slowly worked his way up to become a hard-working, confident doctor. It was admirable to see his progress. Zeng felt like he had seen the child grow up. Time sure flies by.​​

Yul nudged him by the shoulder, “Why are you crying?” he whispered.

“I am just so happy for him,” Zeng whispered back with a smile. Yul smiled at him as he wiped away a tear from Zeng’s face. He looked in front at the newlywed couple, the two happiest people in the world. They were now with a promise of a lifetime. They were married, their lives tied together with the red strings of fate.

Indeed, it was a strange feeling, not the bad strange but the good strange. Zeng could feel that Yul wanted to feel the same.

His free hand clasped the necklace he was wearing. It was still there, cold against the skin of his palm.

Zeng glanced at him and the expression on Yul’s face spoke thousands of unspoken words. It was that of longing. It was the longing to experience the same feeling and that made him sad. Zeng didn’t like the sadness that it brought his lover.

He did not know what to do. The answer was very apparent but he was afraid of approaching it.

He placed a hand over Yul’s hand, thumb stroking the rough knuckles. It had a notion of an apology and a promise in it. He was trying. Yul could feel it. He brought Zeng’s warm hand to his lips and didn’t hesitate to kiss it.

While all other people celebrated and congratulated the newlyweds, Zeng was immersed in Yul’s eyes that had so much love for him that he couldn’t fathom.

When everything was done with, Yul still lingered on that feeling. Zeng had said that he wouldn’t be able to refuse but it had to come naturally and Yul really wanted it to be now. This was the perfect time, this for the perfect moment.

Zeng was looking at the architecture of the church. A vintage style, mixed with modern elements. It was beautiful. However, Zeng was even more beautiful even with the gorgeous imagery around him. He looked breathtaking in his simple, classy attire with the perfectly sculpted, kind face. If angels roamed on earth in human forms, Zeng would definitely be one of them.

Yul took slow steps towards him and stopped at a distance.

“Zeng ge?”

The doctor turned to fully face him. Yul looked nervous, which was a rarity. Zeng noticed the moment of his eyes with hesitation in them. He was at eye level with him. Zeng wondered when did Yul get taller? The young man who was a few Inches shorter had grown over the years to meet him at his own height of six feet. It had been with him for such a long time that he never noticed. This small detail made Yul appear in a new light.

His lover had grown as a person over the years.

Under the intensity of Zeng’s gaze, Yul gulped. This was the moment that was going to change his life. He had to do it now.

The surroundings faded. He could only see Zeng, looking at him confused with a tilt of his head.

He took a deep breath.

“Zeng ge, will you m-”

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Ring

Ring

Ring.

It was Yul’s phone that interrupted him from saying anything further. Mobile phones were really evil devices. They were not allowing poor Yul to propose twice in a row now.

Yul wanted to commit a homicide. Whoever had called him and messed up his proposal was going to die an early, unnatural death.

Lo and behold, it was Subin.

Yul’s eye twitched and a vein on the temple popped as he looked at the name on the screen.

“Will you please excuse me for a second?” Yul said, smiling menacingly.

“Um… okay,” Zeng said hesitantly before another acquaintance called him and he went away to chat.

Yul walked away from the reception of people, in some random unattended garden at the back of the church. When he was sure he was out of earshot of anybody in the range, he picked up the call.

“You motherfucking, dipshit, son of a bitch, asshole!

There was silence on the other side and then swear words in Korean and Mandarin bombarded from the other line.

“I call you after so many days and this is how you greet me, huh, gae-saekki?”

When both of them were done, they were huffing.

“Is this how you are supposed to greet your best friend? Normal people start it with a ‘hi’.”

“You fucked it up,” Yul raked a hand through his hair and messed it up in frustration.

“Bro, I am just eating chips and talking to you right now,” Subin said agitated, holding up a wafer, “What the fuck did I fuck up?”

Yul sighed, “The wedding proposal.”

“Oh, okay… wait what?!”

Yul repeated again, “I was going to propose Zeng and you fucked it up. You really have no sense of timing, Bin.” He looked at the ground and kicked a pebble. “It was perfect timing. I am sure he would have said yes. But you had to call at the very moment and ruin it.”

“Cheers!” As if celebrating his bad luck, the people back at reception yelled in joy. The universe seemed to be laughing at Yul right now.

“Wait, hold up,” Subin sat up straight, “Where are you? And what is that noise?”

“I am at Zeng ge’s ex-intern’s wedding.”

“And you were planning to propose to your boyfriend there?” Subin looked skeptical. Yul hummed.

“Who proposes at somebody else’s wedding,” the Chinese-Korean chomped on his chips, “Are you nuts?”

Yul was confused. He didn’t find anything wrong with it.

“Idiot,” Subin mumbled. “Go on a nice date or something or just choose a meaningful day or anniversary and then do the thing.”

Yul scoffed, “I am so not taking advice from someone who ruined it.”

Subin shrugged nonchalantly, “Blame me all you want, baby but at the end of the day, I am the one who saves your ass.”

He ate another chip, “Now listen closely. Here’s what you got to do for the perfect proposal.”