𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙠 ᵃᵗᵉᵉᶻ

2. little ghost

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༄ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵

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wooyoung stood at the base of the cottage's stairs, worried eyes trained on san as the elder sat on the mossy docks. the sight in itself would make anyone feel a deep sorrow, but for wooyoung that sadness was only amplified when he knew the story behind it.

wooyoung knew why san hated visiting his parents. no, san didn't hate his parents, he loved the elderly couple dearly, so much so that that it pained him to have to live three hours away in the busy city of seoul. the only thing he didn't like about them was the fact they continued lived in his old childhood home.

it was a small cottage home that resided in a somewhat secluded place in the woods. a small river passing by the backyard providing a view that even the coldest of hearted couldn't deny was beautiful.

san used to love it too.

but now it was honestly a nightmare for him. the mere thought of them still living there, still sleeping, eating, laughing and loving in the same place where he had lost it all.

no. that it where choi san drew the line.

but also no, he has never spoken to his parents about this -despite wooyoung having told him to do so for years now. maybe if he had simply voiced his issues with their current residence, this whole issues wouldn't even exist. alas, choi san was a stubborn boy.

what did tide him over was wooyoung: his long time friend and recent new lover. the younger collage student was rather fond of san's parents and continuously encouraged -forced- san to go and visit them again despite his hate for his old house.

the younger sighed and walked over to the docks, taking a seat beside san and resting his head on the elder's shoulder.

they sat like that for some time. the only sounds filling the scape was the sound of slow silky waves and san's nervous breaths.

water sloshed up against the wooden posts, some of the spray hitting their dangling feet. it was calming through wooyoung's eyes. the graceful crystal water and thick dark turquoise bush. but he could only imagine the lens in san looked through; the nightmare that thrives through to gorgeous scape.

"how quite is it," wooyoung muttered. taking san's sweaty hand in his own and smoothing his thumb over its back. he let out another soft sigh and buried his face in the crook of the elder's neck.

"it's quite to you isn't it."

wooyoung perked his head up and frowned. "what do you mean."

"i can hear everything youngie, and it's so loud. i can hear it all."

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"is that my little sannie?" the small woman asked with a withered voice. her cardboard face stretching up into a wide toothy grin.

her husband stood a few feet behind her, mirroring her excitement with a smile of his own. the couple both had arms extended out towards their son, both equally as eager to hug and squeeze him.

"hi eomma," san giggled. his previous nervousness temporarily subdued by his parents warm presence. he offered them a stiff smile before he waddled his was over into their warm hug, sighing at the comforting smell that enveloped them.

"and if it isn't our little youngie," mr.choi uttered with a friendly smile.

wooyoung smiled from his place behind san, offering his elders a polite bow. "hello mr and mrs choi. it's so nice to see you both again."