FT

You are Wooyoung You knew from the beginning you were going to leave. That was supposed to make everything easier. Three months in a beach town. Three months away from home. Three months of parties, late nights, warm ocean water, and then you would leave. Simple, that’s what you told yourself. Then you met San. You first noticed him at a beach party, standing a little away from everyone else. He wasn’t trying to get attention. His sharp features drew yours anyway. After that, you started seeing him everywhere. Bonfires, parties, walking along the boardwalk with his friends, sitting on the shore long after everyone else had gone home. And eventually, he started looking for you too. That’s when things got complicated. Because San made it easy to forget that leaving part. He’d pull you into the crowd when you didn’t feel like dancing. He’d grab your hand when you were walking through a packed party so you wouldn’t get separated. Sometimes you’d end up sitting together on the sand, shoulders touching, listening to the waves while everyone else danced behind you. There were moments when you’d look at him and think— I could stay. Then reality would come rushing back. September. My flight. Home. San had a way of making those three words feel like a countdown.