SEASHORE. － k.yk + y.ty

02

Sunday morning, two days after his first trip to the beach, he returned. Taeyang waded his way through the chilly water, hair clumped upon his head and birthing droplets which traced down his face.

He didn't mean to be strange but there he was, occasionally side-eyeing that same boy he had seen before, squatting on the shore and sifting through the glistening variety of pebbles.

His eyebrows knitted as he gazed upon the other, watching as he would examine one smoothened stone and slip it into his three-quarters' pockets if he liked it.

Taeyang couldn't really imagine what the boy could possibly need to be collecting pebbles for, and perhaps getting lost in his thoughts permitted him to get lost staring at the weird pebble-hunter.

His sight － fixated upon the other's form and trailing along his lean arms and nimble fingers － must have lasted long enough that it made the object of his intrigue uncomfortable, and the boy's head arose, meeting his eyes with Taeyang's.

The air in his lungs momentarily remained trapped, and though he was incapable of explaining it, there was something which made his heart jolt within the irises of the stranger.

Again, they held their reciprocative stare until the stranger's ears burned a vibrant red and he dropped his chin to his neck, hiding away behind the locks of hazel brown hair which covered his expression like a curtain.

He was blushing, wasn't he? Taeyang probably made him uneasy. He certainly wouldn't like to be stared at by some creep lurking in the sea － though it was the other who had been staring at him the last time.

Pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek, he sighed through his nose and turned away, deciding it would be best to stop bothering people and continue his blissful swimming.

Solitude brought him to think of a number of things, a list of things he tried to keep the pebble-hunter off of.

When sunset came, he had already retreated to the sand, resting back against his palms and legs outstretched before him, guitar and rucksack at his side.

His body had dried by then, but he had yet to dress himself for getting dressed would mean leaving, and he wished to admire the morphing hues of the sky for a while more.

The soft lilac gradually overrode the pastel pink, partially blanketed by the clouds which mimicked puffs of smoke － Taeyang was enraptured by the scenery and tranquillity which grasped a hold of his being, which was why he startled when an abrupt sound of crunching sand came from some ways away.

Giving what was a merely furtive look became him watching as the male with plush lips and caramel skin, who simply refused to completely leave his mind, walked until he was behind Taeyang and heading up the stairs, disappearing, with only the sound of his fading steps and moving pebbles making his departure known.

Taeyang turned away, focusing again on the horizon which remained unbothered, unlike the former who let out a huff, incapable of comprehending himself and the brewing emotion he felt within his ribcage.

That boy was strange, but radiated a certain aura which sparked something inside Taeyang's mind.

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