GENRE: Sad
PLOT: Hansol leaves Korea to study aboard in China. What will happen if Byungjoo, his boyfriend has to take him to the airport?
*Note*
I apologize if my writing skill sucks:")
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It was the day.
The day Hansol leaves Korea to go study aboard in China.
He sighed looking at his clock,standing up from his bed hearing the honk from outside. He grabbed his suitcases and threw his backpack over his shoulder.
"Here, let me help you Hyung.." Hansol flinched hearing his voice, Byungjoo...
"Oh, sure.." Hansol handed the younger one of his suitcase and walked out of his house, shutting the door behind him. He squeezed onto the door handle before letting go and making his way to Byungjoo's car. Byungjoo opened his trunk and put the bags in, while Hansol got into the car, looking down at his fingers. He froze hearing the drivers seat opening, closing afterward before hearing the car engine.
There was an awkward silence between the two, Byungjoo turned on the radio, gulping as he heard the song. Hansols eyes closed shut, preventing any tears falling down as he heard a familiar song: R-Uh
"How long are you staying there...?" Byungjoo spoke, eyes focused on the road.
"A year or two" he crocked out, feeling a lump in his throat.
"You can cry.." He said, eyes tearing up as well. That did it for Hansol, tears fell down his cheeks as the chorus came up. It reminded him of how hard they practiced, how much fun they had together, how it felt to be on stage. He remembered the memories he had with the those dorks, he was going to miss them all so much, especially Byungjoo. His eyes fluttered open as the car stopped at the parking lot, a hand wiping away his tears "You know you look so ugly when you cry.." The younger said bluntly earning a chuckle from the other
"And you don't?" Hansol smiled slightly seeing a drop of tear from him. Byungjoo shook his head and pulled away, wiping his tears.
"W-who said I was crying.." he mumbled opening the door "anyways get out.. we're here.." he shut the door harshly making Hansol flinch. He whipped his tears with his sleeve and exited the car, getting his bags from the trunk.
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Byungjoo walked Hansol all the way until the entrance to his gate. They both stopped making The older sigh "I guess this is it-" Before he could finish the other had already pulled him into a tight hug, sobs were heard as his tears stained his shirt. He hesitantly hugged him back, rubbing his back as he cried as well "y-yah... we'll still video call ok..?" Hansol sniffed pulling away from the hug, wiping away his tears "see, so ugly" he chuckled lightly trying to lighten up the mood
"B-but I won't see you in p-person.." he frowned hugging him once again "Im going to miss this, your smile, your laugh, your hugs, your kisses..." he pulled away, cupping his cheek with one hand "and mostly... You" he leaned in pressing his lips against his softly. A tint of pink crept onto his cheek as he felt Byungjoo's lips, his arms wrapped themselves around his body holding him close.
"I'll miss you too Joo... my love" he smiled sadly trying to fight back the tears "Now can you promise me one thing?"
Byungjoo sniffed wiping his tears knowing what he was talking about "No.. I won't move on, I'll wait for you Hyung for as long as I can, only if you could do the same.." he nipped on his bottom lip, hoping the elder would agree. Sure enough he nodded "Of course.. Of course I would Joo" he hugged him again "I love you.." he whispered in his ear, hoping it would calm him down
"I love you too.. always" Byungjoo slightly smiled, pecking his cheek. Their sweet little moment was ruined by the voice on the speakers:
'Final call for Passenger D23 Kim Hansol Please board the plane at Gate 3 Please'
Hansol sighed as he heard the announcer . Byungjoo pulled him into a short kiss again making A tear roll down Hansol's cheek. Once they pulled away they hugged and Hansol ran towards Gate 3, leaving a crying Byungjoo standing there. "Saranghae.." he whispered turning back, making his way out of the airport. As his lover boarded.
THE END
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