SEASHORE. － k.yk + y.ty

04

Taeyang lay on his towel, hands cupping the crown of his head and eyes half-lidded beneath the scorching sun.

The beach was relatively empty that day, it being a Wednesday and early afternoon, but he much preferred the less boisterous environment to the typically buzzing one, and so he sighed in contentment, folding his legs and setting his left ankle upon his right knee.

It was because the shore was mostly vacant that the sound of shuffling footsteps upon the sand was quick to grab his attention.

Taking a peek at his right, his sight found itself upon a slender form, a much too large salmon pink T-shirt covering the upper-half, and fitted denim shorts which stopped slightly above boney knees, below.

Once trailing down, he urged his gaze up, recognising the luscious yet unruly locks to be those of the pebble-hunter, and he minimally shifted on his towel to watch him better.

Taeyang had yet to ever see the, presumably younger, male in any other company besides his own, and it flickered through his mind that perhaps the latter was like him, wanting time alone.

For some reason however, a twist in his gut or a whisper in his ear told him that their situations and motivations were different, and then he began to question whether or not he should go up to the guy and befriend him.

After all, they had both been caught staring at each other, so maybe the boy was also feeling a pull towards him as he was?

A faint pout formed on his small mouth, one which was replaced by a straight line and raised brows when the stranger left his backpack unattended to go buy from the kiosk, further along the beach.

Taeyang hesitated, glancing between the bag and his own before he shot up and ripped his open, fishing out his wallet to then fumble onto his feet and catch up with the other.

He didn't exactly match their pace, Taeyang having figured it may creep the boy out if he suddenly appeared to be following him － which he was － but the shorter still glanced back at him and hurriedly faced forward again, head tucked low.

Was he being far too obvious?

Arriving at the kiosk, he was relieved to find that no people were queued at the serving point, and he waited as the brunet paid for his vanilla ice-cream cone and Taeyang subsequently got a bottle of water.

Walking back to where they had been before, they then stood abreast one another, the taller biting the inside of his cheek at the abrupt, stifling atmosphere, and the younger steadily curling in on himself, shoulders hunched and tongue apprehensively lapping at the already melting scoop.

Taeyang sighed through his nose, frustrated with himself for having made the latter feel evident discomfort, but just as he was about to open his mouth and break the ice between them, the stranger picked up his pace and plopped down onto the sand, legs folded in.

The man blinked, having stopped his feet from moving any further when he realised he had apparently already reached his own towel.

He could have whined, had he still not had a sense of dignity, but instead he pursed his lips and scowled, him too taking a seat beside his guitar.

It wasn't essentially clear to him why he had gotten so frustrated at having failed talking to the pebble-hunter, but he pinned it to be him being determined on becoming the boy's friend.

Now, managing to initiate a conversation with the other had been set as his goal, and he wouldn't be satisfied unless he achieved it.

Roughly turning the seal to break the lid, he brought the top of the water bottle to his parted lips and drank in gulps, eyes however, moving over to the sitting brunet still lapping at his ice-cream.

He was kind of cute, Taeyang had to admit it.

As a person attracted to both girls and boys, he couldn't deny that he had already taken a liking to the other's profound irises and sharp cheekbones, the softly tanned skin and the way his unruly hair sat so perfectly upon his shoulders and brushed at his collarbones.

Taeyang blinked his sight in another direction, but as if by a magnetic force, he found himself looking at the stranger once more.

It was only when he felt himself get nauseous that he realised he had still been drinking and he rushed to pull the bottle from his mouth, wiping his lips dry with the back of his hand.

When he went to watch the brunet another time, he spotted a thin, white streak making its way along the boy's chin and threatening to drip onto his shirt; Taeyang knew this was his chance.

And so, setting the bottle down and grabbing a packet of tissues from the side pocket of his bag, he carded a hand through his semi-dry hair and pushed himself up to stand. He didn't think twice prior to making his way over to the patch of sand the smaller occupied, an amiable smile on his face and ignoring the voice in his head telling him he should have fixed his hair better.

He lightly poked at the honey coloured shoulder and grinned when the other startled, snapping his wide eyes up at him and fluttering his lashes in confusion.

Taeyang held out the tissues in offering, bending over, then close enough to notice the threads of luminous gold that stitched the boy's irises.

"You've dribbled on your chin, bud."

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