Beomgyu couldn't focus. He had been struggling to focus ever since the meeting between him and Arin happened. He couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of his dreams being real. Yeonjun wasn't supposed to there at first. 'Twas him, Terry and Arin only. Why was his Yeonjun hyung suddenly popped out of nowhere at a very complex situation?
Considering the era and place, Beomgyu knows that it might have something to do with war that's why there were guns, bombs ang all other things but who is Daniel? And what does he have to do with me and Terry? Beomgyu had this habit of biting his nails when he feels anxious and it was getting worst these days to the point that some of his fingers would draw out blood.
School is fast approaching and he shouldn't be this distracted if he want to start a productive semester. He needed a place where he could be pressured to study, something new other than his room because he'll end up eating all the time doing nothing but dazing out of nowhere. Thinking about these unimaginable reality inside his head that'll eventually made him go mad.
Grabbing the usual hand bag he brings and a piece of jacket, he walked out of his room without having an idea where could be the nearest library in the place. It wouldn't even matter if it's not a library as long as it's not his room that is directly in front of Taehyun's house where Lo-Arin lives and because he still isn't accustomed to the small-town he ended up walking past a road leading uphill. There were couple of houses but it's constantly quite. He hadn't notice that the hill he's taking leads him to a small field where there were couple of cows roving around.
The spot made him stop in awe. He tried turning around to see that he had taken a long path and he could see everything below him. He could almost see the entire village right at where he stood up and it was the finest decision he had made today. He found a great spot where he could just randomly listen to music, do nothing and simply heal through the view. There's a small house around the area who probably belongs to the humans who takes good care of the animals and beside it was a big old tree with a wooden table attached to its trunk. You could tell that everything about it is old just from the look of its canopies for it seemed like it was left unwatered for so long and it's uneven table seemed to still be manageable to carry at least two people.
It wasn't that far to where the road it but Beomgyu's hesitating because it looked like it belonged to the family who owns the house and it sounded like no one was inside the house. He wanted to sit down. The view seems to be more palpable over there plus the crowns of the trees will keep you shielded from the suns ray. The owner won't mind if I set right?
As he settled down, Beomgyu felt a bit unease constantly looking around to check whether someone had seen him walk around the field near the house. He'll ask permission to the owner as soon as he spots him but as of now he'll have to start scribbling notes for the upcoming courses he will take. It was around one and half hour later when Beomgyu realized that he had forgotten the time. Crackling his fingers as he stretched out his arms realizing that he had finished an entire chapter without missing a tiny detail. It was surprisingly effective going out to discover some new place. He smiled scanning his notes proudly.
"I thought I was seeing things." An old voice jolted Beomgyu on his seat bumping his knees on the wooden desk as he abruptly stood to find the voice.
"I-I'm sorry for entering your p-"
"It's alright young man. You don't have to look so scared. I don't mind your presence. I was just quite disturb observing you from the back and not seeing a single move from you. I thought I was seeing a ghost." The old man chuckled as he slowly walked past the young boy to sit on the other side of the table.
"So I see you are studying. Are you new here? I haven't encountered your face before." He asked placing his wooden cane beside him.
"Yes, I live by the Choi's over there." Beomgyu replied shyly.
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To my beloved, Terry
Fanfiction'til the next blooming of maple trees, my love. Your beloved, Ben 14 March 1798-1