Lights Are Missing : beomjun/yeongyu ‼️

25.

I should've known his plan was to go to the beach, afterall, it was literally the only thing outside of town in that direction. We were going the 'quick' yet dangerous way in trying to get down, the way that I almost died the first time.

The rocks were slippery under my feet, but Yeonjun was in front of me, holding my hand tightly to keep me from having another near death experience. Romantic? To each their own.

"We're almost there." I shook it off, his words, I didn't want to get too optimistic and free willed and accidentally break my neck on the final stretch down.

Just imagining the other guys there, running around in the sand already, made me squeeze Yeonjun's hand tighter. I was genuinely so lucky.

Most people spend years of their lives trying to find such good friends, and even if they have them, they spend years trying to find someone to love and care for them in the way Yeonjun does for me. People spend forever, their whole lives, trying to live and find someone, sometimes having to settle for someone that's just out of reach of their dreams because the world doesn't work in the way that everyone gets who and what they want.

I had only 2 months maximum and I had found my 5 best friends, found a lover in one of them, and I watched the rest get girlfriends and overcome their biggest issues. My only issue now was figuring out what I was meant to do after I graduated.

My life was right. My life was good.

"Okay, jump." Yeonjun had shouted to me from below. I hadn't seen him get so far ahead of me, to the point where I was leaning over so far to keep my hand interlocked with his. He wasn't too far now, a jump I could make into his arms, but I didn't want him to fall.

But everyone makes sacrifices.

I jumped forward into his arms, causing him to stumble backwards but not drop me. I was proud of him for being able to keep standing, especially on the warm sand.

Warm, but not hot. The sun was setting enough to the point where down on the beach it wasn't visible. It was hidden on the other side of the cliffs, the rays just barely reaching over the edges of the cliffs and onto the waves. Shade was cumbersome.

"You're heavier than I remember." He finally put me down.

"Really? You might as well just call me fat." I pouted a little bit. His face went soft and for a moment there I thought that maybe he thought I was serious, but that was quickly wiped away when he wrapped his arms around my waist and hid his face in the crook of my neck. I rolled my eyes as he apologized over and over again.

"Don't hate me. Your body is perfect."

I shoved him away from me. I did it with a playful intent but there was a little bit of anger in the shove. With the mention of how perfect my body was it just felt a little sour.

He scoffed and quickly threw an arm over my shoulder. I couldn't help but be a little upset with myself that I was letting him get to me like this, but life was too short, too overwhelming, to hate a guy like him. I knew he likely meant no harm to me, but I needed to give him this final chance if I wanted to be sure.

The sand was already getting through my shoes and socks and rubbing against my feet. I stood there as Yeonjun leaned in for another kiss, but I shook my head. His head lowered slightly. We weren't quite there yet.

He pulled his arm away from me as I watched Yeonjun take off his shoes, then his socks, and he tossed them off to the side as he shoved his phone safely into his left shoe, "You coming?"

"You're getting in the water?"

"We've done it before."

"But it's cold, and getting dark." I gestured to the dark blue sky, a few clouds spotting the sky as the shade under the cliffs grew and stretched further and further.