YoonSic (One-Shot Collection)

Hopeless

Being your bestfriend is one of the best thing that ever happened to me.

I never regret taking this place in your life,Yet this also have an disadvantage. I cant confessed my feelings thinking that our friendship might get ruin just because of this stupid feelings.

I will just stay by your side watching everyone giving you flowers,chocolates and any gifts.

I cant do such things.
And I will never do such things.
Just to think of, why would I offer flowers if everyone are already doing it?If your lawn are full of it because of your rich suitors who have theirs determination to court you?

I'll just sit here beside you.
I'll accompany you to your long journey and be a shoulder to lean on if you have problems.

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I lied down to the green grass in our university garden under the tree which have leaves that occufy wide space and give wide shade.

The air brushes to my skin,
I close my eyes and enjoy it.
This is my favorite thing to do during free time.
The silent environment every noon is relaxing me.
I can stop thinking about her and her bunch of suitors for awhile..

30 minutes had past,I sat up
And bring out my harmonica from my pocket amd started to play a hum.

The water is wide,
I cannot get over
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row,
my love and I

"Hey enjoying the wind again Yoongie?"
This famillar angelic voice.
I smiled at the owner of it.

"Yeah.I am"
I replied

She sat beside me and lean her head at my shoulder

I hate it.I hate the fact that everytime she will come near me my heart is beating so fast like there is no tomorrow.

I just forget it and continue playing my harmonica

A ship there is
and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep
as deep can be

But not so deep
as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim
I leaned my back
against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent
and then it broke
So did my love
prove false to me
I reached my finger
into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger
to the bone
And left the fairest
flower behind
Oh love be handsome
and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when
first it is new
But love grows old
and waxes cold
And fades away
like the morning dew
Must I go bound
while you go free
Must I love a man
who doesn't love me
Must I be born with
so little art
As to love a man
who'll break my heart
When cockle shells
turn silver bells
Then will my love
come back to me
When roses bloom
in winter's gloom
Then will my love return to me

She sang the song
As the smil crept into my face
Because shes playing with the hem of my uniform

I bring back the harmonica in my pocket
And stare at the sky

"Sica,do you like someone out of your countless suitors and admirers?"
I randomly asked her

"Hmm....Why did you asked?"
She said still her head is resting at my shoulder

I look at her and notuce that her eyes are close

"Hey I'm your bestfriend and its my responsibility if someone hurt you,so I better should know who's the oh so lucky guy."
I reasoned out