Pook Pook, ep. 3
The fire from the candle slowly swayed with the force of the wind coming through the window. The sound of rain continued to hit the roof non-stop. The silence in the living room was replaced by the sound of two loud hearts racing.
Pukpi bowed his face down, his cheeks rose red, as if he didn't dare to look at his brother next door, who was only the "elder" of a little boy many years ago, but now makes him feel strange.
... "Did you really say that?" A soft voice, as if afraid of the answer, would change everything.
Some smiling backpacks, sharp eyes, have not left you at all. "From childhood to adulthood, you have never joked about pickling."
Pukpik looked slowly, and the eyes shook, but they were full of longing warmth.
"So... can I stay here tonight, stay close to me?" The tone was shaking but clear.
The backpack chuckled before raising his hand and gently stroking his brother's hair, "You can want to be anywhere in your house, but don't disappear from your life again."
The words made Puk Pik accidentally burst into tears. It really felt like going home after a long time of wandering.
Neither of them knew it was because of the rain or because of the blackout that left the world with each other. The little body slowly leaned its head against Pe's shoulder, silenced, with only the sound of breath saying that each other was within reach.
The backpack looked at the ceiling, the corner of the mouth, smiling, with the heart beating beyond control, ten years of waiting... maybe starting this night.













































































