𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 • 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

I. Thalassophile

(n.) a lover of the sea, someone who loves the ocean.

Yeosang bit his lip as he juggled his luggage through the busy halls of his new dorm, navigating the ocean of staff, teachers prosperous students and their doting parents, siblings and friends.

Yeosang was a 19 year old, fresh out of high school first year, and today he was moving into his dorm room at Zeeta College's campus student housing.

Yeosang's day had started at 6.30 this morning when he had got up, packed his last couple of essentials, had breakfast, gotten dressed and said goodbye to his house as his mother drove him to the station.

He'd waved goodbye and then spent the last four hours on a train listening to music, and staring out the window as the scenery changed from rural suburbia of cows and sheep and well spaced homes, to tightly packed houses of the nearest city's inner suburbia where his new college was.

Yeosang was out of his league being so far away from home, the buildings around him were unfamiliar, he never went to the city since it was so far.

Yeosang was thankful that he didn't have to change trains along the way and that train he was on stopped right across the road from his new campus and its student housing, because he was sure that if there was a change then he probably would have gotten lost.

Yeosang had a terrible sense of direction, and when he had finally arrived he'd had an undeniable uncertainty of where exactly he needed to go.

Yeosang chose to follow the mass of other students getting off the train in hopes they knew where they were going, all the while juggling his backpack, suitcase and pillow, which in hindsight he could have at least tried to shove back in his bag. He was like a singular fish sticking together with its school for safety as he navigated the campuses currents.

After passing an overwhelming amount of overly cheerful campus staff and students who seemed hell-bent that he join their clubs and take one of their flyers he had eventually made it to a long snaking line, which turned out to be the line for the sign in desk where you got your pass code for your dorm room door.

Fortunately the line moved relatively quickly and not even 15 minutes later Yeosang had his door code in his hand, as well as a campus welcome package that Yeosang was forever grateful came in a tote bag to which he could shove all his flyers.

But with his new tote bag and finally a map and direction of where to go, he had a growing sickening feeling developing in his stomach, that was twisting and crashing inside like waves breaking against rocks on the shore.

It was a feeling that in all honesty he'd been trying to squash ever since he had woken up this morning.

Yeosang was alone, but he shouldn't have been alone, that's not how things were supposed to be, it's not how they planned it, and as Yeosang walked closer and closer to student housing he was reminded of this fact and all the reasons why it was so.

Yeosang was of course excited to start this new stage of his life, he wasn't nervous about his future studies or living away from home, it was what Yeosang knew awaited him at his dorm that had Yeosang's stomach churning like the ocean, making him feel like he was drowning on the inside. Yeosang would admit though, that he'd much rather drown in the ocean than drown in this feelings he felt at the moment.

With each door number Yeosang counted down that led him to his dorm, even the smallest hint of a pure smile he initially had when he had gotten off the train slowly dropped.

Yeosang already knew his roommate, but it was exactly his roommate to whom he feared to see.

His roommate should have been by his side.

They should have been arriving on campus and opening the door to this new chapter of their life together.

But Yeosang had ruined it. He had ruined it.

Yeosang used to believe that what happened and the events, or rather lack of events, that followed after were his fault. But as time passed Yeosang had slowly come to the self realisation that what happened wasn't entirely his fault, he was just as responsible for ruining the future they had planned. Yeosang played his part and so did he.

Yeosang knew that when he got to his dorm room he'd have to come face to face with the shared plans that were lost and the mistakes they had consequently made together.

Yeosang could tell just by the bubbling feeling in his heart that he'd have to reopen the wound that he'd been trying so desperately to seal closed since everything went horribly wrong.

What happened was something they needed to talk about if they were going to live together and survive in this new strange world known as college.

a/n Hello!!!

Welcome readers new and old alike! We're in for an adventure with this book and I hope you're ready for this tale to which we are about to embark.

This story starts a little more mellow than usual, but I can promise that things will get better for Yeosang and maybe his counterparts.
Lets see where the ocean takes us.

There's no update schedule for this book, so please bare with me if updates are slow at times (*^_^* )

Watch my heart break while writing this story and watch me use way too many metaphors about the ocean haha

Much Love,

Lorri xx

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