the sky in your eyes | taehyun x beomgyu

the sky in your eyes

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It was the 22nd of march and the sky looked beautiful.

That was the day I was so glad I had gone out and bought myself a cup of coffee. Only because doing so resulted in meeting you.

I can't say that it was love at first sight, it really wasn't. We passed each other once or twice just like strangers do. You had your phone stuck to your ear and I was deciding on what to buy.

Only when we came across each other outside was when we actually talked.

I bumped into you by accident and you dropped your phone. "Sorry," was what I said to you for the first time. You replied, "It's okay," with your yellow shirt stained brown.

I pointed it out, making you look down as well and chuckling after. "Hey, you owe me a coffee," you told me. I was taken by surprise because I hadn't imagined you sounding like that. Sounding so cheerful. I guess that's what got me interested in you.

"Not even a shirt? Just coffee?"

You nodded and smiled. The sky was purple that day.

I looked at your phone, still laying on the ground. The glass cracked at one corner, but you didn't mind. You didn't mind at all. I let out a guilty laugh, scratching the back of my nape as I tried to read your expressions. You were just smiling.

"I'll pay for that," I insisted. You shook your head. "Coffee is enough."

We agreed on meeting the next week. In the very same café. I had just gotten my paycheck which was perfect because of the very reason we met up. At that time you were dressed in a pink shirt, and the sky was so, so blue.

I could always see them in your eyes. I didn't tell you that though. Not until a couple meets later.

As we both spent more time with each other, and getting to know each other as friends, I found myself drawn to you. I noticed many things about you, like how you often had your camera ready to take photos of the clouds.

You loved the clouds so, so much and I loved the sky and its bright colours.

As time went by, I began to catch feelings. I didn't know whether to tell you or not; I was so hesitant and conflicted.

You noticed how my actions changed though, and you asked. You made me feel like I actually mattered. I trusted you.

It was the first time I told you about my worries. It felt nice. You felt nice.

That was when I realized I loved you, Choi Beomgyu. The man I met outside the café, the man who loved the same thing I did.

The sky was gray that night. Rain splattered against your bedroom window. I didn't want to leave.

And you let me stay with you, in your arms. God, I hated myself for falling for you back then. I'm now glad i did though.

Weeks passed then after that night. You got busier and I had just quit my job. I visited your workplace, leaving flowers and notes for you.

You were always happy. You told me about them. Of course, I knew already.

A year into our friendship, you confessed. I was surprised, my mouth hung open. Your smile was identical to the one you had back when we first met. You also wore the exact same shirt. The sky was orange.

"I liked you for quite a while now," you told me.

I couldn't speak. My heart felt like it would leap out anytime. My mind was swirling, stomach tensed. I wanted to hug you — I couldn't.