𝕃𝕆$𝔼ℝ =𝕃𝕆♡𝔼ℝ 《ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝔹𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦》

Falling, Falling

Park Yuna🎨

"So yeah, now you know the whole story, I guess," says Beomgyu with a sigh, bringing his knees to his chest.

The sun has now set, the beach lit up with the dim glow of the night sky. Stars as bright as a fire light up the sky. He turns his face to the other side, avoiding my eyes. I lean my head back, close my eyes, and sigh out loud. "Can I say something?" I ask.

"Sure," he mumbles.

"Your dad is a fucking dick. A short, small, despicable, flappy little unfuckable dick. If I knew more words, I'd go on. I don't, though."

He laughs, shaking his head. His laughter echoes in my head. It sounds...good? It's nice to know that I make him laugh. I wouldn't mind hearing that every day.

"Can I ask you something? It's a really stupid question. You don't even have to answer it if you don't want to."

"Go ahead," he says, his eyes locking in with mine.

"Do you love your dad?" He sighs out loud. "Sorry, sorry, stupid question like I said. I'll shut up."

"No, it's a pretty good question, actually. It just doesn't have a pretty answer. I hope you won't hate me for this or see me in a different light. But I...don't." He pauses. "I don't love my father. I've been his son for 18 years, but I've never once felt that way. He's never been a father to me, and I've never been a son to him. So, there's no reason for me to love him. You must be pretty lucky to have so many people who love you. Cool friends, and an awesome brother."

"You can have them."

"What?" he asks, twisting his head to turn to look at me.

"I'm not selling them away. It's just...we can share. They're not just my friends, they're now yours too. And no, I'm not forcing them, by the way. I do that a lot. But, not this time. My brother already likes you too much anyway. So, now you have people to love."

"You're just passing them over to me like a plate of fries?" he laughs.

"Hey, I would never, and I mean ever, ever, share my fries. If you steal just one, you lose a finger."

"I wouldn't want that to happen. I like my hands too much," he laughs, holding his hand against his chest.

"Yeah, I do too," I mumble unconsciously.

"What was that?"

"Huh?"

"Did you just say you like my hands?"

"I mean...you know, you're a guitarist. They all have pretty hands, so yeah, haha." God Yuna, shut up. Can't you shut up just once about hands. I mean, he does have very, very, very pretty hands. I want them to hold me-

I'm cut off. He grabs my wrist and examines it carefully. "Wh- what are you doing?" Stop stuttering bitch.

"Looking at your hand." His other hand slowly trails around my palm, caressing my fingers. "Hmm, you have pretty long fingers for your height."