You feel alone? You have no boys to be with? Nah. I'm dedicates this short stories for you!
Just turn on your imagination mode and read your story with your boys!
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THE night breeze that hit your bare pull the skin almost make you shivering. You pull the floral kimono on your body to get some warm.
There a lot of people having fun at the beach, mostly of them was kids. Some light shine brightly, showing the busy beach at night. Some having fun, some for date, and some having barbecue.
"y/n!"
A voice squealed and you turn. Some people gave you weird looks as you passed by.
You rolled your eyes and make your way to a guy with the grey hoodie who sitting on the soft sand near the shore.
You starts to sit but he put his slippers for you and you just shove it and sit on the bare sands.
"I thought you didn't come..." He smirks.
"Hello? Have we met? Do I know you?"
You asked him innocently with a glare.
"Umm... Wait. You look familiar... Are you... Mmm?" He said, tilting his head.
"You look familiar too. Familiar like the shits in the toilet bowl."
You spat and Francisco rolled his eyes.
"If there nothing else, I want to go back. I have better thing to do than watching your face!"
You start to stand but Francisco stopped you by pull your arm tightly but then you struggled to free yourself.
"Please, stay. We need to talk."
He used his dazzling eyes again to melt your heart. Again and again. And then, you surrender, sit again next to him. You should not avoid him all the time, because you want to settle this 'something' with him.
A memory which made you broken.
"y/n... I'm sorry..."
He gently grab your hand and intertwining with him. You just let him touch your hand, because you know the touch was the meaningless one.
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You just gaze to the dark sea and your slippers just wet when the wave reach your feet.
"We need to talk..."
"The more we talk, the more I get hurt..."
"Don't get hurt. I love you, and you love me. Don't deny it..."
He bring your hand and your back hand stop at his warm pinkish lips.
"Shut your fucking mouth, F. We both know that was not true." You smirks, pull back your hand.
"Why keep running away from the truth when you are still in love with me?"
"And I could never be that one in your heart? Stop teasing me, F. Not funny." You turn to him, let your eyes going into his caramel eyes.
