Where Have You Bean? | Yong Hoon x Reader

6 | New Beginning

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Seoul, South Korea

10:00 AM, Saturday

What does loneliness feel like?

It feels like an empty hall with no doors or windows. You never know when it really ends, and the only thing that accompanies you are the echoes coming from your feet. Nowhere to turn to, only one direction to go. You take one step forward, but it doesn't feel like you've gone anywhere, but at the same time you can't go back and can only move forward, because what good does it do you to go back to a place that doesn't exist anymore? Sometimes the acidic taste of fear rises from the pit of your stomach, but what good does it do you to be scared anyway when there's only one thing you can do – to continue on? It can be a very numbing experience, like losing a bit of yourself with every step. Mindless. Empty.

That is until you see a door. Or maybe it is something else, something as simply described as a presence that draws you in. It is like seeing sunlight for the first time after emerging from weeks of darkness, and it can be overwhelming at first. You can't believe it, you want to shield yourself from it, but eventually, your eyes adjust to it and such a moment can be one of the happiest moments of your life. Blindness, emptiness gradually clears and the light illuminates a world that you had never known before. But it is a different sort of light and this light can show you what you could not see before.

That a stranger could introduce you to a whole other universe of possibilities and feelings that you never knew existed was a very remarkable thing. That he could change your life with cups filled with a mixture of water, milk, and coffee beans, seems so unimaginable, but to you, it made perfect sense.

If you watch him sleep now beside you, with his tangled hair and smooth skin, the calmness that sweeps over you is the same kind that comes when his lattes soothe your throat. Though you much preferred to see his deep brown eyes, his closed eyes were quite beautiful too with hints of light blue veins decorating his eyelids, and you will always be quite fond of the redness that colours his innocent cheeks. The feeling of the softness of his lips remains on your lips, and you bring yourself closer to him to breathe in his scent.

He was snuggled quite well under your blanket covers so all you really saw of his body were his neck to collarbones, outlined in the most delicate way with the fragments of sunlight that seeped in through the blinds, marking his body in all the right places as his shoulders rose and fell. He slept on his side facing you, his hands folded beside his chin like a cat.

After all those days of cold sheets, the space beside you in bed was now filled and filled completely. The creases in the sheets where he used to lay with you so often were swept away, etched now by the muscles and caressed by the skin of the boy who has enveloped you with a sense of comfort that felt very close to home.

All of a sudden, the alarm on his phone rang from his backpack outside in the living room. It was faint, but you could hear it. K didn't stir at all. Though you wish you could watch him in such a peaceful state for longer, you knew that you shouldn't be the reason why he gets reprimanded at work for being late or not showing up.

"Yonghoon," you whispered softly.

He didn't move. You called his name again, louder this time, yet he still didn't respond. He wasn't joking when he said he wasn't a morning person.

"Yonghoon, wake up or you'll be late for work," you said gently into his ear and let your lips linger on his warm cheek.

He inhaled his first conscious breath of the morning and peeked his tired eyes open to find you staring at him with a sparkling smile on your face. His own lips curved up into a big sleepy grin and his arms circled around your shoulder and back and rolled you on top of his body.