SEASHORE. － k.yk + y.ty

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Taeyang sat hunched on his ruddy beach towel, guitar in his grip and pick serenely strumming chords to the acoustic version of a pop song he had stuck in his head.

He had spoken with Youngkyun that afternoon. In fact, whilst he played, the brunet was two metres or so away from him, bending over every now and again to pick up a pebble. Taeyang watched him in amusement, a faint smile on his lips until he drifted off the last note and set his arm on the side of the instrument.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

The other gave him a quick look and then nodded, letting out a hum as he turned his sight back to the ground.

"What do you do with all the pebbles you collect?"

Youngkyun stilled and a bleak expression momentarily coated his face prior to dissolving into one of thought, and he blinked at the stones in his palm.

"I keep them and one day I will use them to leave a trail, so that if I am ever lost, I can be found."

The human's smile remained unaltered, even if confusion now dotted his stare.

"What do you mean by that?"

Youngkyun gave him another glance, perhaps apprehensive.

"I'm not sure."

His response made Taeyang chuckle, cherry lips stretching as he grinned, though Youngkyun wasn't sure about what was so funny.

Even if he couldn't understand what had made his friend laugh and he worried he had said something foolish, the sound of Taeyang's happiness alone prevented him from feeling any sense of embarrassment or offense.

The image of the older smiling made his stomach contort and his face hot, heartbeat skipping and making him look to his chest in bewilderment.

Tentatively, he placed his free hand where he knew his heart to be and felt its hurried pace, causing his brows to furrow.

What was wrong with him? His pulse only rose when he was talking to human people he didn't know or when he was frightened, but he knew Taeyang now and he wasn't frightened at all. No, this was something else.

"You're hilarious, Youngkyun, I swear."

Said boy lifted his head once more and met his gaze with the other's, the sensation within him intensifying.

"Not in a bad sense, of course. Like, in a sort of adorable way," he paused, cleared his throat, and focused on the guitar on his lap.

"Anyway, the sun is setting even lower," Taeyang stated, changing topic, "I should head back home now. Do you need a ride?"

Youngkyun shook his head, dropping his hand from his chest to his side, still watching the boy in curiousity.

"No need. I live right here by the beach."

"Really? I didn't notice any houses near-by."

The brunet hesitated, standing still whilst Taeyang began packing his things and dusting off his towel by unceremoniously flapping it in the air.

"It's more an old shack than anything. You probably didn't see it because it's small."

"Hm, I understand."

Taeyang turned to him, broad smile on his face with his guitar now strapped over his back and rucksack dangling from one shoulder.

"Well, make sure to head back in before it gets too dark, okay? You might trip or something."

"Will do."

A number of seconds passed, both simply holding each other's gaze prior to Youngkyun's flickering away and Taeyang taking it as a sign to leave.

"Well, I'm off. See you, Youngkyun."

His lips curled up, content at hearing his name another time.

"See you, Taeyang."

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