𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 | 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎

𝗏𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖲𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖨𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌

Third Person.

24th of June.

It had already been a month since Nana Mei bid her last goodbye. Beomgyu was able to convince Y/N to move in with him right after the burial. It wasn't a piece of cake, of course- having to leave Cornelia Street and start anew. Y/N had had it rough. However, Beomgyu was there to make sure she'd surpass it all, though she did have trouble adjusting to her new environment.

Y/N had grown accustomed to Parkinson's dysfunctional elevators, its flickering lights, and her small, tight unit. Bathed with the memories of her grandmother's old and out-of-date appliances, she wasn't too confident upon exploring the strange new setting. Beomgyu's place was a whole lot different. He had plently of space to adorn with whatever stuff he wanted and owned better things.

There was one time when Y/N asked him how to operate the stove in which Beomgyu patiently assisted. Since then, Y/N had promised to make food for both of them.

In spite of all these, Beomgyu never ceased to notice the sad look on Y/N's face. Her eyes had gone too red and puffy. Dark circles were prominent around her beautiful orbs, thanks to her midnight sobs and break downs. She rarely smiled. She talked less. Y/N would always find herself pacing back and forth the living room, confused and lost.

"Hey, Y/N!" Beomgyu once called. "Would you like to go out? Stroll around the park? Eat ice cream? Come on, it's summer. A little cone would surely make you feel better, don't you think?"

He did all he can to stow her away from the painful misery. He knew how it felt to lose someone, as he had lost his younger brother to a drowning incident back when he was a teen. So, seeing Y/N carry the weight on her shoulders made him want to shed light on her way.

***

It was Friday. Beomgyu went home early for lunch. It was raining outside, so he was clad in his black, leather jacket the moment he entered his unit. To his dismay, Y/N didn't come to greet him at the door.

"Y/N?" His voice rang through the empty hallway. "I'm here!"

CLANG!

The sound of steel pans and casseroles alerted him. He immediately rushed to the kitchen to see Y/N chopping carrots at the counter. There was a pot of what seemed to be vegetable stew boiling on the stove. She was making lunch. Her dull eyes met Beomgyu's, so she waved.

"Hello." Y/N croaked. "Are you hungry?"

"Kinda." Beomgyu smiled. "I just had a bag of chips a while ago."

"That sounds concerning."

"You think so?"

"Yes." Y/N sighed. "Are you hungry?"

"I told you, kinda."

"Sorry."

Beomgyu sat on a stool right in front of her. He whipped out his iPad and started sorting photos into various folders. Y/N watched him for a few seconds before grabbing a handful of potatoes.

"Mr. Cho was pleased with my performance last season." The boy beamed. "Remember the spring couture? Yeah, that one. I'll be receiving my paycheck in a few days. I'm thrilled as fuck."