ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, Beomjun

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"My feet are burning," Beomgyu comments as the two walk along the golden sand, staring out at the ocean.

Well, Yeonjun's staring at the ocean, Beomgyu's staring at Yeonjun, one eye squinted against the sun and the other taking in his happy Hyung and the way the breeze ruffles his soft hair.

"That's because it's warm, Beomgyu." Yeonjun chuckles, turning his face to the left where Beomgyu walks alongside him, their shoes in hand.

Beomgyu furrows his brows and purses his lips, a pensive expression etched on his pretty features. He pauses in his steps despite the way his feet burn more when he stands in place. "I thought red was warmth, but you my cheeks were pink and the sun and sand are yellow."

Yeonjun hums, contemplative. "There's different types of warmth. For me, red is an uncomfortable warmth that usually burns, like a campfire or spicy food. Whereas yellow heat is appreciated, like walking along the beach where the heat's balanced by the breeze or cool water. Or the warmth someone like Hueningkai offers you just by being around."

Beomgyu noises an intrigued scoff, amused. "So, to you, this is yellow." Beomgyu peers down at his feet which he imagines are the shade of irritation and pain.

It's a good thing Yeonjun said from the beginning that Beomgyu may not agree with the way he perceives colours. From his descriptions-albeit limited for red-he believes it's closer to that than yellow.

"I guess the breeze is nice..." he agrees as the light wind ruffles the back of his shirt through his hair as he tilts back his head.

Yeonjun smiles at him then glances around with a sigh. "Come on, we can sit here." Yeonjun takes a seat and pats the space next to him.

Beomgyu doesn't join him, biting the inside of his cheek in debate. He stands with an ankle kicked in front of the other and his arms crossed.

Yeonjun watches him curiously, furrowing his brows. "What?"

"It'll burn."

"You're wearing dungarees; You'll be fine." Yeonjun pats the sand beside him again. Even as he feels the heat of the sand on his hand, it barely nips at his skin. Though, Beomgyu is more sensitive to heat than he is.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and pulls his top off over his head, placing it on the sand next to him despite knowing it'll do little to help. He brings his knees up to hide his chest and Beomgyu stares at him with wide-eyes.

"Now, you can sit."

"But Hyung your shirt will get dirty-"

"It's my fault for forgetting towels..." Yeonjun squints as he looks up at the younger, the sun barely blocked from his eyes. "Come sit."

Beomgyu sighs and takes the space next to Yeonjun. The two stare out at the ocean, listening to the steady crashing of waves and the lapping of water as it breaches the sand.

"Did you know it's called sand because it's in between the sea and the land?" Yeonjun questions, keeping his eyeline elsewhere. A contemplative pout on his lips like he's debating whether it's true.

Beomgyu glances at him with a pout, wondering where Yeonjun gets all his weird facts from. He also debates whether it's true, but doesn't tell Yeonjun he has his doubts.

He lets out a relaxed sigh and goes back to facing the tide, making an itinerary to fact check that piece of information later.

The silence takes over again, and he rests his head on Yeonjun's shoulder. He doesn't know if Yeonjun notices, having no reaction towards the gesture as they sit quietly at each other's side.