Although his perspective (1/1)

I don’t need a doll-like youMask—Juniel.   - - - - - - Junhyung only pulls on his tie. The knot in his throat was getting larger, tightening and swelling his neck. He tries to swallow the large lump in his throat, closing the door. His eyes trace your defeated figure. He softly calls out your name. “Don’t wor-“ “J-Just.. I want to get it off.” You croak, bare and insecure back facing him, as you try and hold back your tears. You don’t want to cry, to become so. . So weak in front of him over something like that. And even though he can’t see your face, he inspects your hands that are now turning into fists. He wants to cry for you too. “I hate it on me!” You yell, pulling at your ruined dress, at your skin, at your hair and at everything you found so god damn insecure about you. Who were you kidding, you couldn’t of feigned confidence in front of so many pretty girls and idols who attended the dinner. You were beautiful, but the glares of other women at the dinner led you to believe otherwise. Your hands are clawing at everything inch of imperfection you thought you were, your fingers making scars along your skin. Scars.Your hair falls in your face as you yell in frustration,  the tears that now sink deep into your pores glue the strands, making it all just so stupid and uncomfortable and ugly for you. “Unzip me, please, just.. Unzip me.” You whisper in defeat, your back still faced to him. A small whist of air escapes his plump lips as his fingers traced softly down the skin of your back, until it reached your zipper.   The dispatching of the teeth was agonizing. It wasn’t that it was slow, but it just made you think of the events that occurred tonight:  Wearing the same dress as another company worker, having a waitress spill wine on the front, the embarrassment. Not only for you, but for your boyfriend too. Maybe in this sense, you weren’t worthy. He could have found someone so much better, you thought, and you hated thinking that way. But you had to, it was only natural. “I don’t want to be seeing you anymore.” You mumble after he gets down to the last tooth. His fingers freeze against your back, and he stops breathing. His hand is trembling against your skin now. You want to tremble too, but in this moment, you really can’t. “W-What..?” His voice drops down volume, his tongue continuously tracing over his lips but it doesn’t help—he feels frozen and dry all over.  You step forward, no longer feeling his smooth fingers on your skin. You refuse to look back, only thinking forward. “There are so many others.”  It was only one line. No explanation, no sentence, no paragraph. Five words. But they spoke so much more than any story ever would. You suddenly feel two strong arms wrapping around your waist, his large pans rubbing you at the middle.  He knows you don’t mean it, that you’ll regret it, and he completely understands. That’s why he’s not letting you go. But still, insecurities are insecurities, and as you told your friend before, you’re a girl for a reason. You pry his hand off of your stomach, precisely where the liquid stain was and rubbed your eyes furiously. You didn’t know how to think or what to feel, you just hated yourself at the moment. He could see that, and he was determined to make you stop. Because he loves you.   His hands wrap around your wrists as he pushes your body closer to his, his eyes looking down at you. Laced with so much sincerity and concern, they glisten. He hates seeing you like this. “Stop it.” Are the only words he says. He places a kiss inside your wrist. “Stop it.” A kiss on your other wrist, following your vein. “Stop it.” Kisses everywhere. His thumbs find your mascara stains, and he wipes them ever so softly. His eyes are still laced on yours, and he tries to smile. To be strong enough for both of you, your pillar. His lips turn up slightly as he kisses your fluttering eye lids. “I don’t care about them, it’s you I want.” He whispers against the skin of your cheek as he wraps his arms around you comfortably, but tight. His warmth and scent and just he in general send you spiralling. “So what if there’s so many others? I don’t care about all the other girls.” He calls you softly, “ If none of them are you, there are of no use to me, do you understand?” you smile, and nod your head. His lips turn into a lop sided grin as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “Good, so no more crying, okay beautiful? We forbid that in this house.”  He bops your nose with his finger, and you both laugh lightly in unison. He pulls in to hug you tightly, not letting you go for a long time.   - - - - - - - “Oh my god! I remember that dress actually!” he says, clucking the lollipop out of his mouth as his head hung upside down from the bed, watching you pack your clothes away. “Wow, even the stain is still there!” You say, showing your (new) husband the stain of the dress.  It seemed like so long ago that the event had occurred, (even though you both encountered many newer and tougher ones) yet you were still together, newly wedded and only a few weeks pregnant. Junhyung thinks about it, smiling now. “Hey, come here.” He says, taking the lollipop out of his mouth. You crawl over to him, your lips dangerously close to his. “What, Mister Yong?” You tease, tracing his cheek with his finger. “I just want to kiss you, Misses Yong, is that so bad?” he plays along, sticking his tongue out so it almost touches yours. “Well then, what are you waiting for, Mister Yong?” And his lips are on yours, the thickness of his bottom lip rubbing against your top lip as you engulf each other in a hot and upside down kiss.  You’re about to pull him in even more before he pulls away, lollipop now in his mouth. “Hey, not around the baby!”