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"Hello there, pretty boy,"

Yeosang turned around quickly, getting dizzy in the process, but a hand on his waist stabled him. "Who are you?" Yeosang asked.

"I'm Seonghwa. Among all these pretty people, you stood out to me. Do you come to this bar often?" The man asked. Pulling Yeosang closer.

Yeosang didn't say anything but hugged Seonghwa tightly, burying his face in his neck. He was nonverbal for most of the night. Only if danger came. He would scream, but Seonghwa felt safe for some reason.

"Want another drink?"

No answer. Yeosang went completely nonverbal. The song changed to a slow, jazzy music, Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Yeosang's neck and swayed a little to the middle of the bar.

Seonghwa lifted Yeosang's head with his finger under his chin, pressing his lips to the youngers slowly. "How old are you, pretty boy?" Seonghwa asked softly.

Yeosang finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm twenty-two," he replied.

"I'm glad i met you. It would be sad to lose someone as precious as you for the world," Seonghwa said softly. Tracing the vertical white line on Yeosang's wrist.

"I don't think so. My attempt didn't work out so well, plus we just met. No need to be so sweet," Yeosang said quietly.

"Well, if i have to be honest, i like you a lot already. Not just because you're pretty, but your eyes are honest and full of emotions. And I want to get to know you more," Seonghwa said, brushing Yeosang's hair back gently.

Yeosang's heart raced at Seonghwa's words, feeling a warmth spreading through his chest. He felt a connection with Seonghwa that he hadn't felt with anyone else before.

"Let's go somewhere quieter, just you and me," Seonghwa suggested, leading Yeosang out of the bar and into the cool night air.

As they walked together, hand in hand, Yeosang felt a sense of peace and comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, he had found someone special in Seonghwa. And he was eager to see where this new connection would take them.

×

"I like whiskey more, but beer is fine," Yeosang shrugged. Looking around the shop they found while walking. It was indeed quieter.

"Good, do you like Marlboro red or Camel blue?" Seonghwa asked as they entered the shop.

Yeosang thought for a moment, "Marlboro red, please," he replied.

Seonghwa bought the cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey, then led Yeosang to a nearby park. They found a bench under a large tree, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's presence. Seonghwa poured them each a glass of whiskey and lit up a cigarette for Yeosang.

"Thank you," Yeosang said, taking a sip of the whiskey. "This is nice, just being here with you."

Seonghwa smiled, taking a drag of his cigarette. "I feel the same way. I'm glad I met you tonight, Yeosang."

As they sat there, talking and laughing, Yeosang felt a sense of belonging and contentment that he hadn't felt in a long time. Seonghwa made him feel alive and understood in a way that no one else ever had.

And as they sat there, under the stars, Yeosang knew that this was just the beginning of something special between them.

×

"It's 5 a.m., and we're still here. I like this park actually, could be our meeting place after tonight," Seonghwa said, looking up at the sky.

Yeosang nodded, a small smile forming on his face. "Yeah, I like it here, too. It's peaceful and quiet, a nice escape from the chaos of the city."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and the stillness of the early morning. The sun slowly began to rise, casting a warm glow over the park.

"I don't want this night to end," Yeosang confessed, turning to look at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa reached out and took Yeosang's hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Then let's make the most of the time we have left," he said softly.

And so, they sat there, watching the sunrise together, lost in each other's company. As the world around them began to wake up, Yeosang and Seonghwa knew that they had found something special in each other, something worth holding onto. And as the day began, they made a silent promise to meet again, at their special park bench, under the same tree, where their love story had begun.

×

That was a month ago. Seonghwa often visited Yeosang after that night, and they spent a lot of time together. Now, they were at Yeosang's place, cuddling and smoking cigarettes by the window. The room was filled with a warm, comfortable silence as they sat close to each other, content in each other's company.

Yeosang took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl in the air. "I never thought I could feel this way about someone," he said softly, looking at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa turned to him, a soft smile on his face. "Me neither. But with you, it just feels right. Like we were meant to find each other," he replied, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Yeosang's face.

They sat there, lost in their thoughts, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's presence. The city buzzed outside, but inside Yeosang's apartment, it felt like time stood still.

"I love you, Seonghwa," Yeosang finally said, his voice filled with emotion.

Seonghwa's eyes widened in surprise before a smile crept onto his face. "I love you too, Yeosang. More than anything," he replied, pulling Yeosang into a tight embrace.

And as they sat there, holding each other close, they knew that their love story was just beginning. And no matter what the future held, they would face it together, hand in hand, as they had from that fateful night in the bar to this moment of pure love and intimacy in Yeosang's arms.