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I'm lost right now, I'm in the same place,
Waiting for you to hold my hand

;I Wait + Day6

» park siyeon's pov

It was around 9:00AM, the time me and Soonyoung usually met. I was sitting on the bench in my black and white stripped sweater, black skinny jeans and vans. Soonyoung wasn't anywhere to be seen

I started tapping my foot impatiently. He said 'See you tomorrow' which meant he was supposed to be here, to see me...

Did his tongue slip? What if he said "See Yu two more rows" but I heard it wrong?

I bowed my head in disappointment

That's when I noticed carvings in the bench. Random had people carved their initials and hearts on it. I looked at my sharp thumb nail and decided to carve something also

'And it's only been a short time, but I'm already wishing you were mine'

That's when the thought hit me, he was probably with Mihyon right now. I frowned.They would make a perfect couple. I used my thumb to scratch the quote I just wrote

My eyes falling on the tattoo on my wrist,

6203

And I still didn't kill myself yet. How did Soonyoung make me feel alive? Like I wanted to live?

I looked around, the closet person to me was across the road. How was I supposed to kill myself?. I sighed, leaning back in my seat

That's when another memory of my past hit me...

Me and my two younger siblings, Yeonchan and Miyeon, rushed out of the house. I looked like I was around 15, and my younger sisters were around 10 and 9. There was news in the town that one of the boys killed himself

We all watched as two men carried the dead body of a teenage boy. I recognized him. I saw him around but never really knew his name, but I knew that everyone called him Hoshi, which meant something in Japanese

We never really talked but I knew that he was treated badly by his parents. There was a time when they threw him out of the house because instead of wanting to be a fisherman (like his dad) he said he wanted to be apart of the towns musicians, who usually entertained the people during festivals and special events

I could remember some words his parents said as they threw him out of their house 'You'll never make it' 'You can't do it'

That night, almost everyone in town avoided him, I felt bad for him. So when everyone left, I took some flowers from the bushes growing in front of my house and gave one to him. He said nothing as he took it

❝Are you okay?❞ I asked

He nodded slowly. ❝One day, I'll get to live my dream❞ He whispered

I pursed my lips ❝I believe in you❞

I knew what it felt like to have no one support you in your dreams. I wanted to be a farmer and work in the fields, enjoying the open space and plants

But coming from a poor family, I could see my dim future as a housewife for a guy my parents would force me to marry

He smiled at that ❝Thank you...❞

I just smiled back and turned to leave after hearing my mother call me. The next day, his parents took him back in. But now, in the midst of the crowd was his mother, sobbing as his father comforted her

The scene in my head stopped as I was brought back into reality

Why was I dreaming of a boy from my past? A boy I never talked to except once?

I shook my head and tried to get back into reality

I sat leaned back in the cold bubbly bath I had prepared for myself. I kept my eyes on the tattoo on my hand

That's when the digital clock on the small dresser in my bathroom stroke 12:00

The tattoo changed into 6202

I sighed, looking out the window to the buildings that somehow made the dark atmosphere bright

❝Kwon Soonyoung❞ I whispered

❝Why are you doing this to me?❞

I turned my head to my wasted outfit on the floor of my bathroom. He left me waiting...

I then sunk deeper into the bath, letting the water engulf me fully. I should've killed myself two days ago. Why was I still alive?

I then let my breath go, sucking in the cold, bubbly water

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