Minseok thinks, as he watches the ocean crawl up the shore to meet his bare toes. He wiggles them a little into the wet sand, watching as a small crab crawls over his feet. He almost jerks away, but he’s thinking, so he stills and lets the small creature pass; and he thinks. He thinks of Heaven, of Hell, of Earth; of water, food, and air. He thinks of life, of death, of sickness, and he thinks of what could be, what should be, and inevitably, what will be.

But, as his fingers interlace with another’s, his thoughts are diverted to trees on a hilltop with flowers growing randomly around, of smiles brighter than the sun itself, of honey-colored hair mussed up from the wind and creating a halo from the unruliness. The corners of his lips quirk up slightly, and he gives the hand he’s holding a squeeze, feeling calmer from the squeeze he gets in return.

“You think too much,” a slightly accented voice says from beside him.

Minseok looks up at the source of the voice, meeting the warm gaze, and he allows himself to chuckle softly, looking back at the sea, unfortunately missing the way his companion’s eyes soften at the rather melodic sound of the soft laugh.

And Minseok thinks, that yes, maybe he does think too much, but it's all right because he has someone. Someone who will tear him away from his thoughts and gently push him into the real world just with a simple touch, word, or look. Someone who will guide him, who will hug him, who will fit perfectly against him, who will tell him everything is going to be all right when things get bad, when his thoughts get out of control. Someone who will love him for who he is, flaws and all, thoughts and all.  Someone who will just be there for him and not run away, just because he said he wanted to be alone.

And for the last time, Minseok thinks, that that was what he was looking for all along. Just someone.