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❝ BUT STRAWBERRIES AND CIGARETTES ALWAYS TASTE LIKE ! ❞

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YEONWOO AND I were shopping at a Hello Kitty themed shop near my school today when my father's right hand man entered, his dark brown eyes searching for me but I did my best to hide — and as subtly as I can, I led Yeonwoo away as well. It was dangerous enough for me to drag him around but if ever one of my father's men finds out about our friendship, it's either I'll be shipped away like a poorly handled cargo, or Yeonwoo will be hunted down.

I don't want either of that to happen, so hiding shit is my best option for now. The man wasn't such a great finder as much as he is to fighting, I had my back to him while Yeonwoo was looking through long Hello Kitty chopsticks by my side. Everytime he got closer to us, I couldn't help but feel my heartbeat getting faster, my hands instinctively grabbing Yeonwoo's and pulling him closer to me.

All was going well until Yeonwoo asked to go to the bathroom — leaving me vulnerable surrounded by pink shit in a deserted shop. Most customers have left, employees were at the back for their break, which means there were only two people currently out and about — the man and I.

He had spotted me the moment I left the tupperware aisle, and before I could run to the bathroom where Yeonwoo was, he took ahold of my shoulder and made me face him. Oh, those deep brown eyes that always held some type of fatherly love for me was looking at me now, both of his hands were now on my shoulder with a frown on his lips.

"Don't you think you're being too reckless, [Name]?" He asked me in our language — Japanese — I could only look at him with pained eyes, releasing a sigh.

"I don't want to leave him." I admitted, heat was building up in my eyes and I knew that I was near tearing up, even if there was really nothing to cry about — yet.

"You have to, but not right now, you still have time to spend with him. Use it well."

He brushed an old, wrinkly finger across my cheek — I didn't even notice that I began crying, a tear had already escaped, all because of the very thought of leaving him. My eyes wandered from the old man's face and down to the ring on my finger, it was big and chunky and had the symbol of my family.

In such a gentle manner, the man took my hand and kissed my ring, bowing low to me and leaving the shop. I quickly wiped the rest of my tears on my face and fixed myself, pretending as if I wasn't on the verge of breaking down because of my stupid actions.

Yeonwoo happily hopped to where I was with that stupid dorky smile of his that I always loved and cherished — I wondered how long will it take for me to take away that smile and replace it with an agonized frown or a hatred brimming in his eyes. I thought of how many months will it take for me to change that loving gaze of his to one of hatred — and if ever I was prepared to see it.

Young and Sweet by Furihata Tenko

I borrowed that book from Yeonwoo before, he always ranted to me about it and it got me curious on what it actually is about. Every night, I'd stay up to read it in my study room with a cup of tea, and then I'd imagine how he read it, how excited he was whenever he'd flip through another page, and how immersed he was in the story that he completely forgot his surroundings.

Even I couldn't help but be so into it, the plot itself was beautiful — and painfully reminded me of him.

The story is about a young boy learning about a world through another's eyes, viewing it with both hesitation and curiosity. He saw both the beauty and the pain, he loved it and hated it. The person he was with helped him overcome the challenges in his life — lifting him up whenever he's down and throwing him in a puddle of chaos just to make him smile again. They were inseparable. They were young and sweet.

I loved the book, but I loved the book I found after it more. Yeonwoo's favourite was too innocent, too charming, and too lovely — like him. The book that I found had a twist that brings sorrow to anyone that reads it, leaving them with a weeping heart and a mind filled with irrevocable thoughts.

Dreading Love by Furihata Tenko

I wanted Yeonwoo to read it but not right now, I'll only give it to him once I finally leave — think of it as a souvenir for all the hard times I've dragged him through.

If his love is filled with innocence as a young, sweet boy — then mine is filled with dread, and chaos, and tears.

But I want him to remember that I did love him, and I'll continue to do so even if I'm not by his side, or when I'm old, graying, and dying. I had loved him when we first met, I love him as time flies by, and I'll always love him even when time stops.

He's my Ji Yeonwoo, and I'm his Yashida [Name].