"If you turn into a fairy, you'll die, Beomgyu."
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Fate always has a soft spot for star crossed lovers. Though, when the stars dim out and darkness flickers now and then, that soft spot eventually turns suffocating for fate itself. But why do peopl...
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❝universe laughed, and i bled on god.❞
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If the sky could call you with any tune you like, which one would you choose?
Though Beomgyu never got the chance to select that-- but somehow-- maybe because of one wish someone made to the stars-- he heard a faint tune of waves coming from great distance, and slowly entering his ears.
One. Two. Three.
In the fourth attempt, Choi Beomgyu opened his eyes.
The world around him was white. Pearl white. Snow white. Swan white. Cloud white. Milk white. Everything-- or nothing, was covered in different shades of white; silks and ribbons draped over as far as his trembling gaze could go. When he sat up, his eyes swirled with tears as the memories started speed running to his mind.
Rain. Blood. Tears.
Sunflowers, a lot of sunflowers. Sunflowers, sunflowers, sunflowers, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Yeon-
"No, no, no!" Beomgyu leaped up to his feet, horror stricking his eyes as he broke off into cold sweat, watching his hands shaking terribly by their own. "No- no- no! I can't be- no-"
No way that happened. No way he died from one hit on his head. Some people survive even after falling from aeroplane, drowning in water, or burning in flames-- but did he really die just from a hit? Come on, it wasn't that severe!
He looked around, pain squeezed his lungs as he shouted, "Hyung! Hyung!"
Nothing.
"HYUNG!"
The unrelenting silence around him made Beomgyu realize whatever it was left to realize. He stared, wide eyed, trying to catch a faint sound of his heartbeats but there was nothing. He put a hand where his heart was supposed to be, but it wasn't even beating.
There was a ground underneath Beomgyu's feet which felt soft like pillowcase. His eyes trailed down to the front, as he started to realize the very source of sound was coming from nowhere than the scenerio before him. Unnerved and mystified, he sucked in some air because he could, as the clouds dissipated from his gaze to splash a palette of pastel colors on the white canvas around him.
It was a sea.
His first time, seeing one.
Sol used to search up for sea related videos on internet. Little Beomgyu, with his eyes perked up in curiosity, liked watching how mighty the waves looked as they crushed on the shore. How blue and how painful. How tears seemed to escape from his mother's eyes as she only watched those videos.
