Ten Hearts

The Beach (1)

made this in around 2021/22 ! had no idea where i was going with this ff. i got to the point of sang getting into the shower and getting tied up and then i had no idea where i was going after that lolsies

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SANG'S POV

The beach was my safe place; I always went there to cool down, in other words.

So when I saw seven boys on the beach, barbecuing in my safe place, I was confused. Nobody ever went there.

They didn't notice me when I came up to them, nor did they realise that they were in my spot, so when I announced my presence they looked like they saw a ghost.

The first thing that I noticed was that they were all gorgeous. Model-worthy - the type of people you'd drool over and stop in your place if you saw them in public. They were that attractive.

I wasn't a social butterfly- quite the opposite, actually. I was always sheltered by my stepmother because she'd always tell me how bad the world was. Always the same thing: rapists, how bad men were; never the good.

I surprised myself when I talked to the men without any stuttering, however.

"What're you doing here?" I asked to no one in particular, I tilted my head to the side to show how confused I was.

From my peripheral vision, I saw one of the males cross their arms against their broad chest and lifted one of their dark eyebrows.

"It's a public space. We have every right to be here." He said gruffly, I shifted my attention to him.

"I've never seen any of you before, that's all," I murmured.

"Well you're just gonna have to deal with it." Another voice said, it was a guy with reddish-brown hair.

He was correct, both of them were correct. I flushed slightly at my ignorance and looked down at the sand.

"R-right. Sorry, I'll take my leave then." I muttered and made my way to the stairs, off from the beach.

They all carried on with whatever they were doing, but I felt somebody's gaze on me as I left.

• • •

I was very restricted on where to go after I was basically kicked out of my beach spot. I rarely explored the area and that beach was really the only place I went to if I was bored.

In conclusion, I had nothing to do.

I refused to go back to my house, not yet at least, because I didn't want to deal with my stepmother and sister. They were the actual reincarnations of the devil. (I was over exaggerating, obviously, but you get what I meant.)

I didn't go far from the beach actually, I only walked a couple meters until I found a bench to sit on.

I stayed on that very bench for a handful of minutes and stared at the evaporating smoke from the barbecue.

Minutes went by and I observed the men on the beach: they were loud and extremely carefree, they didn't care that they were shouting half the time.

I was jealous at the fact they were so carefree.

I imagined what I could've turned out if I didn't get sheltered by my stepmother.

Would I have had as many friends as them? Could I have lived a normal, teenage life?

Always asking questions that couldn't be answered.