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Thursday.
Gun is on vacation by the sea.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the ocean is a clear blue. The wind pushes the curtains gently back and forth.
He thought he would have a lot of fun.
Instead, by three in the afternoon, he's already bored.
So bored that he starts scrolling through LINE.
So bored that his finger pauses on one specific chat.
Tay.
Gun stares at the name for two seconds. Then he taps it.
Gun: What are you doing?
The reply comes quickly.
Tay: Working.
Tay: I still have an event tomorrow night.
Tay: I've basically been working non-stop for half a month now. ⚆_⚆
Gun lies on the couch with his phone in his hands.
One eyebrow lifts.
Gun: Wow, that busy, huh. Must be nice having so many events.
Tay: It's okay.
Tay: But I can finally rest on Saturday.
Tay: A rare weekend off.
Gun sits up immediately.
Like a cat hearing a snack bag rustle. His fingers start typing at once.
Gun: I'm on a seaside vacation.
Gun: The hotel just got a new manager and they've been planning some really fun themed activities lately.
Gun: I'm having sooo much fun.
There's a short silence.
Then—
Tay: That sounds great! Hope you're having an amazing time.
Tay: I should get back to work now.
Gun stares at the message.
Three seconds. Four seconds.
"..."
His eyes slowly narrow.
Tay didn't catch the hint again. (◔_◔)
So Gun gets up and walks to the window.
Leaning against the glass, he switches the filter to gray tones and snaps a selfie.
The room looks gray. The sky looks gray. His hair is a little messy from the sea breeze, and he looks lazily draped against the window.
Send.
Gun: But~
Gun: I'm actually a little bored now. What should I do?
This time Tay comes online almost immediately.
Like a puppy that just heard its name.
Voice messages start arriving one after another.
Tay talks about his latest unlucky moment—
He spilled his coffee. Tried to save his phone from getting wet, grabbed it too fast, and ended up throwing the phone straight into the air—
right into New, who happened to be standing nearby with coffee.
Now both of their coffees are gone.
Gun stares at the message for a second.
Then types.
Gun: Oh.
A pause.
Then—
Gun: Aren't you off on Saturday?
Gun: Come watch the sunrise with me at the beach.
…
The chat suddenly goes quiet.
Gun watches the “typing…” bubble appear.
Disappear.
He lets out a quiet hmph to himself.
Then adds two more messages.
Gun: How about driving here Friday?
Gun: You can come after your event.
One more.
Gun: The activities here are actually pretty fun.
His phone buzzes.
Tay finally replies.
Tay: That sounds amazing!!
Tay: I can bring the snacks and tea you wanted last time!
Tay: I just checked the route!
Tay: The timing actually works perfectly!!
Gun stares at the screen.
Then slowly smiles.
It's a slightly smug smile. A little mischievous.
He can almost picture it—
Tay immediately opening the map, seriously studying the highway routes like it's a mission.
Idiot.
Gun types.
Gun: Drive slowly.
A second later, he adds—
Gun: Don't get kidnapped halfway here.
Tay replies instantly.
Tay: The probability of an adult man being kidnapped while driving alone is extremely low~
Gun types something.
Stops.
Deletes it.
In the end he only sends one line.
Gun: You never know.
Outside the window, the sea is slowly turning dark.
Gun leans against the glass, staring at his phone.
He thinks—
The sunrise by the sea isn't actually that special.
But…
If someone drives four hours just to see it with you,
then maybe
it would look a little better.
There are many kinds of Valentine's Day.
If you miss February 14th—
then just steal the person you like for March 14th instead.