Name : Eternal

Paring : Wonsoon | Seventeen

Author : Zylence

Warning : -

Note :

This is my first fic. The lecture may not be familiar to you. Please enjoy.

Name : Eternal

Paring : Wonsoon | Seventeen

Author : Zylence

Warning : -

Note :

This is my first fic. The lecture may not be familiar to you. Please enjoy.

Eternal

"Really? How long can I endure this?” he said softly, picking up the water and taking a sip. Kim Mingyu tried not to let the atmosphere become tense. By asking without looking up at the interlocutor That doesn't seem like a very effective method.

The interlocutor across the table chose to quickly stuff roast beef from the grill into his mouth instead of answering the question.

“Hurry,” Mingyu urges. Jeon Wonwoo narrowed his eyes. Sigh heavily

"I don't know," was all the young man answered before looking down at the stove. Let the conversation fall apart.

"I'm really worried about you." It seemed like the younger one wasn't going to end the topic easily. "Sometimes I don't want you to put up with this nonsense."

"You know it's not easy."

"But you haven't had it easy for four years, Wonwoo."

The elder fell silent, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling. He watched the smoke slowly enter the range hood, lost in his own thoughts.

Jeon Wonwoo once thought that he liked blue more than any other color.

He likes to stare at the blue sky. Look deep into the blue of the sea. A young man often wields a brush across the canvas. Smear on your favorite color. Watch the liquid spread out and spread down small streams of white space.

He liked it more than anything.

Until he met someone's black eyes, deep, bright, warm, but cold. It has a lot of charm. He completely fell in love with it.

He loves Kwon Soonyoung's eyes more than the blue ones.

Jeon Wonwoo once thought that he liked rock music more than anything else in the world.

But that was before he talked to Soonyoung for the first time. It's just a simple word asking about the health of a merchant and a regular customer. But this was enough to make him fall for it without any doubts.

Then he loved Soonyoung's deep voice more than that cool guitar sound.

Jeon Wonwoo is the son of an old record store owner. He is quite modern. And I don't really like anything classic like this record. I just took over the responsibility of taking care of the shop from my father. There is also a plan to liquidate this business in a few months.

Soonyoung just happened to come across an old shop in Changwon's nook. The young man looked extremely delighted to see it. Wonwoo still remembers the first day Soonyoung walked here.

It was late afternoon on Saturday, and the other party opened the door loudly. before being startled and turning to smile teasingly at him. Then it disappeared into a small layer for an hour. And Soonyoung came back with a record.

Just one sheet

Wonwoo is surprised that a customer came back with only one record in an hour. It's going to take a little too long.

The young man still remembers that Soonyoung picked up Best of Bee Gees 1969.

Soonyoung searched for money in a large shoulder bag. Meanwhile, the other side of the counter was waiting patiently. The young man handed the store owner an amount of money that matched the price of the record. Soonyoung raised her head to look at Wonwoo squarely in the eyes for the first time before walking away. And that immediately made Wonwoo fall in love with those black eyes. A light feeling began to form.

Starting to be a little envious of the Bee Gees who were taken away by the little people.

And the idea of ​​closing the business was easily put on hold.

Jeon Wonwoo adjusted his sitting position. Picking up the chopsticks, he stuffed the cold meat into his mouth. As for Mingyu, he stops pestering him about this matter.

“Four years is a long time, right?” The elder opened his mouth after letting silence take over for a moment.

“It's been long enough for you to grow up a step further,” said the other, “but I don't think it's been long enough for you to forget someone.”

“I guess so.”

"If you resist, then stop talking about it. I accept it. I won't talk anymore."

The young man answered in his throat.

Four years is not long enough to truly forget. Because he still hasn't forgotten the moment he met those black eyes again.

It was late afternoon on a Saturday the following week. Today the customer is wearing a cream colored cardigan. With black fitted pants Wonwoo secretly complimented how good it looked on the other person. Soonyoung nodded his head in greeting before disappearing into the narrows of the record shelves again.

And it's the same. An hour later, Soonyoung appeared with a record.

As the young man took it from the other hand Wonwoo's unloving finger accidentally touched the little man's fingertip. Wonwoo swore he forgot how to breathe for a moment. and the brain turned white The feeling that I had increased with every second that I made eye contact.

That day, he only remembered that Soonyoung picked up Bee Gees again. The remaining memories were stuck on the other's slender fingers. He hoped that the young man wearing a cardigan would be able to bring them back to him the next Saturday.

And the following Saturday in the afternoon it was the same. A young man opened the door and entered the shop, smiling and greeting the owner. Wonwoo judged that smile to be the most beautiful he had seen in twenty-seven years.

Wonwoo adjusts his glasses to look behind him into the depths of an old store. Today, Soonyoung is in a uniform at a minimart not far from here. There is a name tag decorated on the left chest. But he didn't see what it said.

An hour later I got the answer.

'Kwon Soonyoung'

He remembered the little person's name more accurately than his childhood friend's name.

“Hey, come on,” Kim Mingyu gently touched the back of his friend's hand, regaining his composure. “I didn't bring you outside to be stuck on your own like this.”

“Um,” he said, popping another piece of meat into his mouth.

Mingyu sighed. Turned around and ordered more beer. Soon the dark yellow liquid was served to the table. The younger one urged the older one to drink together.

“Just a little, to clear my head a bit,” Wonwoo responded by grabbing a glass and drinking himself.

The weather is getting colder. It's a sign of winter. The faint smell of cool air reminded me of those heavy snow days. The day he heard the voice of a regular customer for the first time

Soonyoung walked into the store wearing a gray suit coat that was lightly covered with snow. Wonwoo, who was arranging things on the shelves, hurriedly came to welcome him before they parted ways to look at the records. It was as if the heavens were bullying Soonyoung to move in and look at the same cabinet as him.

Wonwoo shrunk against the wall. Get as far away from the other person as possible. Soonyoung laughed and said that there was no need to be so afraid. As for him, he wanted to slap himself a hundred times for accidentally letting out his words about how he was afraid.

Soonyoung laughed, eyes closed. Wonwoo thought he was starting to go crazy for thinking that the other person's deep voice was sweeter than anything else.

The shop owner looked at the bright smile of this regular customer for a long time. When I realized it, I accidentally picked up a piece of snow from the other person's hair.

Oh my god, he swore again that he saw Soonyoung's ears turn faintly red.

Then silence fell between them. Surprisingly, this winter was the warmest this year.

But after that day, Kwon Soonyoung never came to the shop again.

“Wonwoo... That person hasn't been to the shop in a long time.” Mingyu hummed in his throat. Wonwoo's face began to change color because of the alcohol, shaking his legs, knocking on the table, not being himself. Finally, he stopped all that and fell on the table.

“No, Mingyu,” he said, his voice sounding like an old stretched-out tape. Acting like you're about to cry “I met him. I found him.”

Wonwoo repeats words over and over. His glasses were tilted so he couldn't see until the younger man had to take them out for him. I'm afraid it will break first. He folded up the legs of his glasses and set them aside, a pained expression on his face. I want to cry instead right here.

Since living together since childhood, growing up together, Wonwoo has become like a real older brother to Mingyu. And this is the second time I've seen my brother in this mess. The first time was when my father died ten years ago.

“I found him,” Wonwoo repeated nonstop. Tears began to flow. Soon, the snort changed to a sob. The young man looked completely broken. Mingyu thinks it's better to let him vent rather than forget about it. he asked, lightly touching the back of the other's hand.

“How did you meet him?” It was surprising that Wonwoo was able to tell the whole story so smoothly, it was as if he hadn't been drunk before. It was as if the story about that person was embedded in Wonwoo's head, in his brain, in his soul, in every fiber of his being.

Mingyu listened with a broken heart.

The feeling multiplied every time our eyes met. Not one is two and two is four. But it increased from tens to hundreds and hundreds to infinity.

Jeon Won Woo loves Kwon Soon Young without conditions. I've heard it before that it's pointless to love someone even though you don't know them well enough. He used to think like that. But now I want to retract my statement. It might be a feeling that's a bit on the surface. But it's real.

Each day he fantasized about the deep, soft black. His voice was sweet and touching. His fingertips had a faint red tint that painted the other person's face. Look forward to Saturday each week. But the little person was never found again.

The young man was nervous. Open your mouth and ask from people close to you, near the store, and look for the minimart where the other person used to work. Until three or four months had passed and he began to lose hope.

Then Kwon Soonyoung appeared again. Wear the same clothes you wore the first time. The young man greeted him with a sweet smile, causing Wonwoo to feel a sense of déjà vu. A withered heart grew again like a tree that had received water. Wonwoo smiled back in the most sincere way.

And it's the same as every time An hour later, Soonyoung walked up to the counter with the 1997 Bee Gees' LP Storyteller, the newest at the time.

Wonwoo greeted the other person who hadn't been to this restaurant in a long time. The little one laughed brightly. Smiling sheepishly, he replied that he didn't have much free time. Wonwoo understood and invited the other person to come more often in case his Saturday life would be better.

Soonyoung gave him a sad look. Soon the young man would have to return to Namyangju. And that wasn't until the following Saturday. That's why he chose today to say goodbye.

The audience was stunned and silent, as if cold water had been splashed on their faces. Wonwoo faked a smile and handed the record to the other person and told the other person good luck. Soonyoung handed the record back. It's like a meaningful goodbye gift. Wonwoo still remembers the little man telling him to listen to it. Especially the song "To Love Some Body"

Wonwoo grabbed the other person and kissed him softly and for a long time. Soonyoung didn't deny it, instead he responded. It's like the time is infinite. And that eternity ended a few minutes later.

Soonyoung walked away.

and swore he saw a ring on the other person's left ring finger

Wonwoo was shattered on the spot and never healed again for four years.

Mingyu hugged his older brother. It is believed that the other person's soul stopped at that infinity distance. Because of that, Wonwoo was fragile throughout the time that passed. There will never be a day that will return to the way it was before. After all, this world didn't accept their pure love much. Humans who are different are always considered different. It's been like this for a long time.

It might just be a fleeting feeling that spans four years. It may be a childish feeling that is eternally strong. He didn't know what it was like. The only thing he understood was Wonwoo's flowing tears. The one who hugged and comforted the other person until the sky was bright.

And then it all stopped on a Saturday afternoon in 2018.

"Can't you see what I am?

I live and I breathe for you

But what good does it do

If I ain't got you, ain't got?"

Hello, I'm starting this month.

I would like to say that I have never married this couple before. Plus it's especially quick to decorate. I'm afraid it won't come out well. But this is a vow fic. Anyway, I have to make it out until I can.

The story is a little open-ended. As for cutting scenes or narration that might seem strange, this was all our intention. Personally, I like it. But it may not be good in the eyes of the reader. If it doesn't come out well, I will adjust it in the next story. See you next time.

P.S. Look at the year on good things.