SEASHORE. － k.yk + y.ty

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It was late when they lay themselves upon the narrow mattress, abreast each other and holding hands as they blinked up at the shadowed ceiling.

Youngkyun's heart was racing, he didn't think it would ever regain its original speed after what had transpired between him and － his friend?

Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, he let his head drop to the side and met Taeyang's adoring stare, a faint smile stitched on his lips which were tinted a stronger rose than usual.

The image made him feel ineffably fulfilled in some way, as if it were something he had always longed for but never knew existed.

It was an itch, an uncontrollable urge, to lift his free hand and touch his palm to the boy's cheek, feel its warmth and how simply real he was.

Taeyang was real and there, breathing, living, not a figment of his imagination he used to console his lonesome soul.

Before he could do as he wished, Taeyang did it instead, and his heart beat alive at how delicate the moment was, fragile like fine china and beautiful like the most vast of meadows in spring.

"You seem thoughtful, Kyun," Taeyang whispered, thumb rubbing small circles on the brunet's slightly hollow cheeks.

"Everything alright?"

And that question triggered a series of abrupt concerns, and Youngkyun didn't know how to handle such a sudden wave.

He inhaled sharply, his eyes flickering away from Taeyang's as the other watched him, unaware of his internal turmoil.

Youngkyun knew he had to say it eventually, he had been planning to do so even if they hadn't gotten to such a point in their － friendship? Either way, he trusted Taeyang more than he thought he ever could trust a human and the need to divulge his true self to the other, to lay himself bare under the eyes of the older, was growing consistently stronger.

"Let's go down to the sea."

The statement made Taeyang raise his brows, surprise glinting in his irises which remained not dulled, even in the blackness of the shack.

"What, really? At this time?"

Youngkyun's pulse had quickened, though it wasn't tied to that sweet feeling of moments ago. No, now it was tied to nerves, anxiety.

Forcing a smile, he nodded his head and slowly slipped out from under the boy's hand, moving to get off the bed and on his feet.

Taeyang propped himself up on his elbows as Youngkyun looked down at him, hand outstretched for the former to take.

After a pause of hesitation, the black head smiled back and clasped their palms together, sighing as he too stood, nose a hair's breadth away from Youngkyun's.

"Alright, if you're sure."

They made their way out of the shack, Youngkyun only separating himself from Taeyang so as to shut the door, then instantly rejoining his side.

Taeyang smiled at him fondly, but Youngkyun couldn't get that miniscule seed of fear which had planted itself in his mind, out.

What if the human will be angry with him? What if he hated him? Or maybe he'd be scared of him, disgusted?

Once again, the moon was their sole guide through the darkness which had settled with the night, lighting each stone step until their feet nestled into sand.

Taeyang let himself be lead by the other, curious about what was going on through the shorter's head, but then they stopped at the edge of the water, just barely being touched by its waves.

Minutes passed, neither knew exactly how many, but enough that the taller gradually fell into a sort of trance encouraged by the soothing sound of the rise and fall of the sea.

The grip on his hand tightening brought him back into focus, and he turned to look to Youngkyun who was blinking up at him with doe eyes, a tint of an emotion Taeyang couldn't place, showing within them.

It was hushed, melting into the whispers of the wind, but Taeyang heard the words which escaped from Youngkyun's soft lips as if they were secret.

"Come with me into the sea."

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