YELLOW | yj x bg

☀︎ six.

—beomgyu

Sometimes Yeonjun and I go on these morning walks on the weekend. We set our alarms for the crack of dawn, take a cold shower, eat a quick biscuit for breakfast, run out of our house still in our pajamas and hurry over to the nearby pond park to meet each other. There's not much reason for me to look forward to the weekends, but I still do for him. Sometimes it serves as my motivation to get through the entire week.

Even though he's the farthest thing from an early riser, I appreciate how he musters up enough energy to meet me at the park every Saturday, without fail. We even have a bench reserved just for us because we're self-labeled regular customers.

It's the time we can sit and watch the sunrise in silence that is neither uncomfortable or unbearable. It's the time I can tell you all my secrets knowing no one is listening because the neighborhood is sleeping in. I love to see how peaceful you look, the polaroids you capture with that overused camera of yours, the hand with overgrown nails that clutch your morning dose of iced tea.

I love to snuggle up close with you on our camping chairs and share the same sweater; the only time I do so without hesitation because I know I can blame our close proximity on the chilly weather. I love to interlink our hands together and blame it on needing friction to generate some heat and get rid of the cold. I love to run my hands through your hair because I can blame it on how much you need a better haircut.

I look forward to these weekly park meetings for a multitude of reasons. Sometimes I'm shocked to realize how lucky I am; like- not only do I get to see you at school five days a week, but also an extra day at our sacred meeting spot watching the sunrise?

What could be more perfect?

But there's a downfall to this uncontainable happiness— Seeing so much of you is having an unhealthy affect on my mental health; because I've developed an obsession; an addiction towards you. Because I can't imagine myself without you now. Because I can't just look at you passing by and point you out by saying you're my friend. No, I want to say something more meaningful. I want to say you're my soulmate.

Soulmates- what a strange yet fascinating concept, right? It doesn't always have to pertain to romantic feelings. A soulmate can be a stranger, a companion, a sibling, a virtual friend you've never met in real life. But for me, it's always been you.

Around you, I just feel... safe. Not because you're my savior and you can rescue me from any situation, life or death, but because I know that no matter which warzone we're going into- we're stepping into it together. Sometimes that 'warzone' is school, sometimes that warzone is home, sometimes it's just the outside world.

But with you around, I know I have a hand to clutch onto, a shoulder to cry on, a reason to smile for. Sure I had Hueningkai in my life long before you, and he made me laugh for everyday that I've cried, but Yeonjun, you're just... special. There's something about your presence that makes me hold onto it forever. And I feel selfish for wishing that.

Just promise me one thing; we'll never stop these weekly park meetings.