SEASHORE. － k.yk + y.ty

01

Coarse and faded, the towel Taeyang sat upon was far from comfortable, but the way it scratched at his skin was something he had grown accustomed to, and instead he remained focused on the chords his fingers struck of the guitar resting atop his folded legs.

Guitar pick between his teeth and one foot thumping its side against the rough material, the words and laughter of the people surrounding him had transformed into the accompaniment for his humble performance.

The eager sun's heat embraced him and the cool breeze soothed the skin which grew too hot, having been exposed to the rays all day.

From swimming to strumming, Taeyang alternated between the two, greatly enjoying his time alone and the compliments he received from passers-by for his casual playing.

It was his first opportunity to go to the beach that summer, no cellphone on him to keep him connected to his life outside of the haven the seashore provided, and no friends who tagged along to fool around and talk with.

No, sometimes Taeyang preferred being alone.

"Sorry mister!"

The voice of a child apologising caused his stare to shift to the right, spotting a couple of young teens running after each other and a crouched figure awkwardly raising a hand at them, as if saying that he didn't mind being tripped on.

The kids didn't do much to hold Taeyang's focus, and after he snorted a laugh at their antics, he curiously returned his gaze to that male still bent down on the beach, back facing him.

It appeared he was fiddling around with something, but no matter how the guitarist angled his head and stretched his neck, he simply couldn't manage to spot exactly what the other was occupied with.

Sagging his shoulders in mild defeat, he looked to the instrument in his grasp and paused, contemplating whether to continue playing or to go for one last dip in the sea.

Ultimately settling on the latter, he carefully placed the guitar on its flat base abreast him and took the pick from his mouth to put it upon the scratched wood.

The water was refreshingly cold against his red-tinted skin, and he let out a breath at the relief prior to swimming far enough that he could freely move his legs without them touching the seabed. He then submerged himself, inhaling as he squeezed his eyes shut and let his body sink for a number of seconds.

The world had gone mute, and for that brief period of time all he heard was rushing water and echoes of sounds, arms moving at his sides and legs utterly relaxed in the clear water.

It was over sooner than he wished, his lungs beginning to ask for oxygen the outside would provide, which he couldn't deny them any longer.

Head bobbing out and over the surface, his lips parted to inhale and his hands drew his black strands of hair back, trails of saltwater cascading down the curves of his cheekbones and jaw.

Wagging his head like a dog after a bath, he peeled open his eyes and one pair of irises met another across the distance set between them.

The man who had been crouching before, now stood, scrawny frame but relatively broad shoulders still marginally hunched, and caramel tufts of hair draped at the sides of his dazed face, past his ears and finding rest upon where his neck came into contact with his shoulders.

An abrupt flutter of lashes and the other came to, breaking the ineffable sensation that contact briefly shared, and bringing him to the present.

He was bashful, Taeyang could see the pink on his tan skin from where he kept himself afloat, and then he snapped his sight away, proceeding to pat at his bloated pockets and trudge his way from the stripe of pebbles and through the sand.

Taeyang watched him, for something had tugged at his intrigue and urged him to follow that person's lanky limbs' movements.

Waiting until the latter had disappeared up the ragged stone steps which led to the beach, he sank back into the water, low enough that his nose made bubbles and his bottom eyelids were occasionally lapped at.

Had that guy been staring at him?

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A terrible and dragging beginning but my beginnings (and entire stories) suck so i guess,,,, hang in there?

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