what kind of future

1 : s t a r t

Jihoon had just finished wrapping up the last boxes of his things. He placed along with the others near his doorway. There were moving men going in and out of his apartment, taking the boxes of his things to the truck. He took one last look at the apartment of his and he smiled bitterly because finally, he was moving.

Finally, he starts to unfold the new chapters of his life.

Flashbacks started racing into his mind and there were a lot of memories flashing before his eyes but the memories of him, specifically, were especially there.

He remembered how his heart would race at just the sight of him and now, as he reminisced just to remember how he appeared in his life gives his heart a little ache.

He bit his lips as he tries to refrain from tearing up because of the passing memories of them, two. He had to stop himself from crying over him again as he had done in the months that passed.

Jihoon remembered how they have met. He remembers him as the guy he met in a small town on a local park. He remembered how on that day he wishes to find inner peace in himself by taking a walk outside. He remembered how the afternoon heat was just alright for that day, how the breeze of the wind felt refreshing, and how the shade of the trees was keeping the wind breeze steady. He remembered how relaxed and refreshed he was then, something he hasn't felt for a long time. He will never forget as well, being tackled by a semi-large dog to the park's pavement. How this dog would lick his face in excitement and pure bliss as they sat on the ground with chuckles surrounding him.

He remembered how a man with beautiful jet black hair approaches them, slightly catching his breath from the running he has done. He remembers how beautiful that man was with his large brown doe eyes looking at him apologetically and offering him up from the ground and inviting him to coffee.

He remembered how at that time his heart skipped from his chest.

That was the start of their everything.