||𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓲𝓻𝓮|| [Kakyoin x Reader]

Chapter 8 || Cherries

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Red and sweet

Purple yet blue

Adored in green, and lonely

Holding me close

Cold, not warm

Letting the tears break free

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Silence enveloped the two teens as both of you climbed the stairs towards the place you chose to eat your snacks in peace. With a new companion in your daily relaxation - eating food without minding people staring at you as you let yourself be showered with peacefulness.

You find the tranquility of a place with only herself alone quite...addicting in a good way, just letting your mind wonder to lands she knew doesn't even exist. Places where once, hand in hand, smiling and having fun with your mother, just like you used to, like how things were supposed to.

Ever since the both of you had departed from the set of lockers, only one set of footsteps was all you could hear resonating around the relatively lit corridors of your school. Yet what overwhelmed the lingering of curiosity in you is the larger hand clasped in your smaller ones.

For the very moment you had started walking, occasional little nudges from the male's hand accidentally hits yours was one you shrugged off.The reason you not finding it unsettling was due to your knowledge of the harmless stranger who you had grown attached to for the shortest of time. With his gentle and almost feminine movements, the though of him harming you was never present in your mind, that is if you put an exception the first time you met him soaked from the rain, under the moonless sky. The once awkwardness eating your being slowly diminishing and fleeting away from you.

Little by little, you could feel his cold hand slowly encasing your hand, his thumb delicately running circles in your knuckles.

Sadly for you, as you had never bothered to turn back and see the young man's face; as he gently and randomly give squeezes to your hands, the adorable smile in his face never had once gone down, even if he know it would bite him in the back later on with his face muscles stuck in a smiling place for a long period of time.

Your hand in his, was a reminder and a treasure he would forever be grateful for. To finally be able to interact with his surroundings, interact with people...to meet you.

To feel alive.Even without a beating heart.

There are times that he would loose confidence and try to loosen up his grip, thinking that the action he had done was one you found uncomfortable in your part, yet it always shock him as you reciprocated the action, with you unconsciously telling him to not let go. As every occurrence like that happens, he couldn't help but smile a little bit bigger, and his heart feeling a little bit more lighter.

With both of you hand in hand, your little journey with the more than average muscular guy behind went on without any disturbances.

Even without much conversation, both of you could feel a special connection tied in both of your lives. Both had the same experiences, same feeling of loneliness, and both recently gained a companion to rely on to, their hands connecting each of them, was all they could ask for in this moment.