Youngjae adored the ocean.
The way the cold sand felt on his feet.
The way the slight breeze would sweep over him clearing his thoughts.
The way nobody was ever there to shock him out of his trance,
or whatever he was in.
But, he adored one thing more.
The waves.
He would stare out into the water in awe as if it was telling a love story.
Youngjae looked at peace.
Like all his problems were insignificant.
It seemed as if nothing mattered in those moments staring out into the ocean.
I admired that.