I woke up with my eyes feeling heavy. All I could see was darkness. It's quite obvious that it was already nighttime, because the moonlight was gleaming through the window. I grabbed my phone from the side to check what time it was and saw that it was already past seven. There was a message from my mom. I squinted my eyes to read it.
Mom: me and your father might be coming home late. We'll just eat dinner together, so just prepare a meal for yourself. By the way, did you do grocery shopping?
I was relieved to know that they'll be coming home late, because I haven't done grocery shopping yet. It may be past seven, but I can still make it in time and buy all the things they want me to buy before they get home. So, I hurriedly washed my face, changed my clothes, and fixed myself up until I headed out of the house.
As I walked past the streetlights, I looked at the night sky and gazed at the stars. They were so far away – so little that even if I reached out my hand, I still wouldn't be able to touch them. They twinkle so beautifully. They were so many and so close to one another. You must be wondering why I look so lost in the middle of the night, watching the stars. Well, whenever I look at them, I feel like they're showing me how merry they are together like a happy family. You'd see them shining like they're immune to shut down and lose their light. And then, there's the moon... it's not crescent nor half. Rather, it's a full one.
It might sound crazy, but I envy the moon and the stars. Why? Because, they're united and not alone. When I look at myself, I only see someone who's pitiful, lonely, and sad. I am incomplete. The missing pieces of my life still remain undiscovered, and I know that no one could ever fill my emptiness.
How I wish I was just a star in the sky. What does if feel like when you're up there twinkling with the other ones? Maybe, it's joyful. Maybe I wouldn't be alone anymore, because I'd be with so many stars by my side.
With every step I take, my mind gets bothered by my own thoughts as I shiver from the evening breeze. I was slowly getting overwhelmed that I didn't realize I was crossing the street without paying attention to the pedestrian signs. Good thing, the signal said to walk, so I eventually crossed the street without any problem.
As soon as I arrived at the grocery store, I started picking the things I needed like condiments, snacks, dairy products, frozen foods, canned goods, bread, cereals, and drinks, then putting them in the basket. I haven't decided what to eat yet. Maybe, I'll just buy anything that would fill my stomach, since I'm not in the mood to make my own dinner.
While I was grabbing some more goodies, there were two men talking just a few inches away from me. I kinda recognized their voices, so I glanced at them only to see that it was Mister Choi Soobin and Mister Choi Yeonjun.
They had baskets in their hands which were filled with chips and bottled drinks. Mister Soobin noticed me and immediately recognized my face, so he approached me without hesitation.
"Oh, if it isn't Mister Choi Beomgyu. It's so nice to see you!" Soobin grinned.
I politely bowed, already getting anxious. My heart is beginning to pound out of my chest because of social anxiety. It's just really hard to feel comfortable with people around you when you're not literally the sociable type.
"Yeonjun hyung, this is Choi Beomgyu. He's the one I'm telling you." Soobin exclaimed as he pointed his finger to the aforementioned.
I took a small glance at Mister Yeonjun and also gave him a little bow. He curled up his lips into a heartwarming smile which made me shake a bit. My ears were getting red, and so were my cheeks. I really don't understand why I get so flustered whenever Mister Yeonjun's around. But, this feeling is somewhat of a complicated hunch.
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Only You (YeonGyu)
FanficOn-going A story about a student whose life is filled with sadness and pain, then ends up falling for his teacher. Feeling motivated, inspired, and having a glimpse of hope that maybe... just maybe, love will make him happy. But, sometimes, it doesn...