chapter loading ... ❝ our summer ❞ // @sunanchr
the first light of the sun’s rays are peering through the curtains -- that, combined with the unfamiliarity of the bed he’s laying on, the sound of footsteps and hushed whispers through the walls, and a glance at his apple watch tells hamin that he’s had a total of maybe thirty minutes of sleep throughout the night. insomnia, a wonderful thing. heaving a sigh, he ends up readying himself in an oversized hoodie and shorts to leave the cottage ( he picked a secluded one, because no damn way was he staying anywhere close to his siblings ) and roam the beach before the sun was fully up to roast them all.
on his search for the perfect spot, hamin spots an all too familiar figure-- and just seeing him fills his chest with an unrecognizable warmth, and a sense of peace, calming the anxious waves that had been storming his brain as the week passes. it peaked last night, especially, and now it calms and ebbs away slowly, waning. “sunan,” he calls quietly, voice hoarse, lower than usual and heavy with sleep. he quickens his stride, matching his pace up with his friend’s so they fall into step. and hamin knew that sunan was there on the island, of course, from their texts. somehow, however, as the universe would have it, there was no time for them to be until now, just one day before the official party.
hamin actually has no idea how he appears ( what with the wild party that had blown him back to the cottage at ungodly hours )-- with his mussed hair, his unusually plain clothes, and none of his usual array of accessories in sight except his studs and the thin silver chain he wore at all times. he’s quite sure his eyebags were common at this point. but, he didn’t have to worry about any of that with sunan. he could be comfortable.
“you busy? wanna watch the sunrise with me?” he hums softly, waving his rolled up blanket in an inviting gesture.