Brian sat with (Y/N), staring at her beautiful eyes.
Her eyes. They were mesmerising - the way they lit up whenever she talked about the things she loved, the way they told stories and held storms, the way they looked under the moonlight, and most importantly, the peace and calm they bestowed upon him.
He was a hopelessly drawn puppy. She was his faith, his life. His dreams - they consisted of her. And whenever he thought of a future where he had (Y/N) next to him, all of his anxieties faded. If she held his hand, he wouldn't be afraid.
Keep your head up;
There's no shame in being lost.
That's what she taught him. He wouldn't be afraid. He would be alright. He had her. He had (Y/N).
He would be okay.
He had her.
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Sofa || Young K
Short StoryYou were sitting on that sofa, telling me, "Child it's over." So far, I still miss you here, so far. ||Young K x Reader||
