Yeonjun POV

Three extra months passes. Now, we've been together for six months. He has only approximately 1 year left and I just can't admit it. I can see that Beomgyu is losing energy. I can see that he's getting tired, that he's having more problems talking and that soon, he won't have any energy left to even try to talk, and I'm scared.

Today, I decided to go see him again, because I promised him that I'd protect him so he wouldn't get sick and stay with him forever.

But Mom said I couldn't go live with him, and that he couldn't come live here either, so I have to go to his house everyday!

It's so looooooooooooooooong.

The more I go there, the more I realise how far we actually live from one another. Sometimes, when my father drives me there - he took a habit of hanging out with Beomgyu's mother so she could go have fun while I take care of Beomgyu - I look out the window and look all around at the many different types of scenery we pass. Because my family lives in the suburbs of the city, I get to see long and wide plains and behind the plains, hidden in the fog, a chain of mountains. After that, I can see the beginning of the city: short houses not more than 2 storeys tall stuck beside one another, making a wall-like structure along the road.

Next, you can see the arrival of the real city. Buildings crowd toe main roads and a bunch of small alleyways part from the big 4-by-4 boulevard that leads into the city.

I watch as, five minutes after we enter the town, Dad takes a left turn towards a rather large alley, and keeps going towards the huge park that Beomgyu and I love to go go.

When he has enough energy to walk.

Soon after, we arrive at Beomgyu's house. I excitedly run out of the car - much to my father's dismay and embarrassment - and start knocking on the door at a fast pace without stopping until Beomgyu opens the door.

That's a good sign if he's the one opening the door: it means that he can at least walk.

When he sees me, he lets us enter and jumps to my neck, hugging me tightly.

"I missed you Junie!" He says loudly.
"Hey! Did you go deaf? Why are you shouting?" I say, only half complaining.

It's good to see him this energetic.

"I just have a lot of energy. Come upstairs!" He shouts excitedly. He's starting to make me feel like he's got something for me.

I follow my baby upstairs to his room and, when I arrive at the middle of the room, he closes the door and leans back on it.

"Find the present" he says, winking.

So I was right.

I look around the room, inspecting the brown walls, looking for a drawing. I look under the white pillows, under the caramel-coloured sheets, and in the drawers of the oakwood desk.

Everything in Beomgyu's room makes it look like it is a tree house, and it's really cute.

I look inside the open cube he uses as a bedside table and inspect what's under the bear-shaped lamp. I then turn towards the closet and open it up.

Then I find it.

Inside Beomgyu's teddy bear box, in his favourite teddy bear's paw, is a folded piece of paper.

I hear Beomgyu push himself off the door and come towards me.

"What do you think it is?" He asks, although I'm sure he knows the answer I'm going to give.
"A drawing"
He chuckled "Yeah, but of what?"
"Of us"
He smiles: "I used a different style this time. Hope you like it"

This time, I'm the one who smiles. I nod, take the piece of paper and unfold it.

The drawing on the paper is more cartoons than the semi-realistic one he drew the day after we first met. It looks like he tried to opt for a Chibii style of drawing. He had sketched out himself and I walking, drinking some bubble tea, him smiling, me looking at him.

I turn to Beomgyu, set down the drawing slowly, and hug him tightly.

"It's so cute. I love it! You're so talented!" I say, almost hysterically, tears threatening to fall.
He looks at me with a worried face : "Are you okay? Why are you crying?"
"Because it's so touching! You always draw for me-"

A sudden idea comes into my mind: he uses his talents for me, so I'll use mine for him.

I never thought I'd think this, but I was really excited about my idea, to the point that I almost couldn't wait to leave. When my father says that we need to go, I quickly kiss Beomgyu goodbye before speaking again.

"Could you go to my high school in a few weeks?" I ask him.
"Aren't you out of school?"
"Yeah, but I'm allowed to go there again on special occasions like this one" I explain as I scribble the address on a piece of paper.
"I'll see if I'm okay-"
"Please, it would make me so happy" I cut him, hoping he'll come even if he's just a little sick.

When Dad starts the car to leave, I ask him to stop at the high school I studied at just a few months back - I finished school that July - and go to the school counselor.

"Mr. Kim, I need to ask you something!" I shout to him as soon as I see him.
He turns around: "Yeonjun! Glad to see you here again! What brings you here?"
"The talent-kinda school anniversary show-slash-concert. Can I join?"
He stayed silent a little. "You're lucky you're a good singer. We can't audition you, the show is in two weeks. Do a good job, ok?"
Another pause passes before he continues. "But, why so suddenly?"
"It's... I wanna sing for a sick friend"
Mr. Kim smiles and nods. "Okay, I'll add you to the list"

I thank him and go back to the car.

I think about what I'm going to sing to Beomgyu as I watch the city fade behind us and the 4-by-4 road turns into a small country road leading to the suburbs and soon after, the place I call home.

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Haiii

I'm sorry it took so long I had no inspiration lol

Should I name Yeonjun and Beomgyu's parents?? I'm actually kinda scared to because I'm scared of naming them in a bad way, but I think it gets confusing a little.

The next chapter should be updated in less than a week, but no promises 🙃

Have a good day / night