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*i felt like doing a beomgyu one shot bc 1) he's a turtle, i love him. 2) idk he just reminds me of the person i'm imagining owo
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NIGHTSHADE
There are many thoughts that creep into my mind while I lay awake in silence, keeping my hands to myself, at a silent 12 am on a rainy Saturday night. I've tried counting sheep to make myself fall asleep and even tried to prove the scientific statement of closing your eyes for fifteen minutes will make you fall asleep (which it didn't). Another sleepless night? As much as I'm used to it, I'm tired now and I want to get rid of these thoughts in my head.
My phone lights up as a notification comes in and I see that it's notifying me that @bamgyu had accepted my follow request.
And my mind wanders off to a particular chestnut haired boy — and it wasn't just a chestnut colour. His hair was in the most amazing shade of brown. That's what it was when I last saw him anyway. I still remember his smile, the way his eyes light up when he does. The soft, deep tone he spoke and hopefully still speaks in.
Choi Beomgyu, it's been 3 years since since we've seen each other.
We first met back in seventh grade. I was the new kid, entered mid-semester after everybody had gotten to know each other. Even though I don't remember much of it, I could still vaguely recall myself calling him annoying for always being so loud and outgoing — especially in P.E. lessons. I didn't understand most of what he said, what others said too, as the language barrier was still thick but the vibe he was giving me was, I remember, being annoying.
But in eighth grade, we were in the same class again and that's when we started to get close. When I walked in to my class on the very first day of school, I could see my name taped typed in to a disgustingly large piece of paper on the table next to the one with his name. Beomgyu entered the room with a grin and plonked down next to me, suddenly saying, "wow, you're in my class again?" Well yeah, I was there, wasn't I?
The first memory I can remember in eighth grade was when we had math this one day. I don't remember what topic it was but we were supposed to go in pairs and play this math game on the school computers. But instead of playing the game the teacher told us to do, Beomgyu whispered to me, "let's play double fireboy and watergirl instead!" My heart skipped for the first time, seeing him smile in excitement whenever he passed a level before me, making me almost forget that I was supposed to be racing against him. We ended up getting in trouble, but it was worth it.
I think it was the dimples that did it for me. But I didn't know I was starting to like him in a certain way.
We got even closer in ninth grade when we got into the same class, yet again. At lunch time, Beomgyu and I would sometimes go to the library and drag bean bags across the room before letting ourselves drown in them. He would bring out books for me to read, and taught me words that I don't know.
"Y/N it's not how you pronounce it!" he used to laugh, stars glimmering in his eyes as he gave me a playful nudge when I mispronounced a word. And he would start the sentence all over again, repeating the word slowly so I could follow along.
