male fic

Dress as you wish, to satisfy the mood of not being able to write a dissertation.

"Youngjae loves you Jaebum."

?SYDNEY?

The sound of waves hitting the shore Salty smell of sea water A light, cool wind blows until it's cold.

Cigarette smoke that is constantly being puffed out.....

The smell of cigarettes from him was strong, but it wasn't as obvious as the faint scent of someone he always thought of every time he came here.

The sea....a place that calms his emotions but causes pain....

The lump in his left chest was still working hard, squeezing it until it reminded him of the past…

“Jaebeom hyung, what should we eat with?”

“Jaebeom hyung, don't drink too much.”

“Uncle Jaebum, please give me a hug.”

“Uncle Jaebum, please pat Youngjae's head.”

“Uncle Jaebum, Youngjae really misses you. What are you doing?”

“Jaebeom hyung, let's go to the beach.”

“Uncle Jaebum, do you love Youngjae?”

“Uncle Jaebum..huh.”

“Uncle Jaebum....”

The little man's voice still lingered in Im Jaebum's head. Youngjae has never wanted anything more than this.

Youngjae never asked for anything more than love.

He just understood. But it was already too late,,,

Because he doesn't show his good side.

Because he didn't care about the little person who used to care about him.

Because he never said the word love...

Because he doesn't speak...

Because he's rough...

So he had to come here.....can only think about it...

Even though the memories are still clear and unchanged…

But what has changed is that there is no small, round-cheeked person smiling and encouraging him.

Keep asking until he gets annoyed...

Waiting to beg him to take me to the sea.....

In his heart, Im Jaebum continued to think of himself as endless. But it's too late The little man didn't come back to him.

Even though it's already late This Im Jaebum still keeps saying words of love to Youngjae.

Even though he will never be heard again,,,

“I miss Youngjae.”

The tall man muttered words over and over. Hoping that the waves of the sea will carry these words to their destination.

The way he never knew how cold it was.....

It's a short story used to release repressed emotions,,,,,

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