❛ nostalgic night ❜ | victon

━━━━𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 。

Song-i puts her hand up to cover her eyes, as she leans into the passenger seat of Hanse's pickup truck. She closes her eyes listening to everyone's voices, they all mixed together to make what seemed like a beautiful melody that only she was lucky enough to hear. 

She could hear everything that made this moment beautiful. Ling's fingers gently tapping on the exterior, Subin teasing Seungsik, Seungwoo's laugh, Ruda humming.

Her eyes fluttered open when she felt someone interlace their fingers with her's and squeeze her hand. A small smile appeared on her face as she looked to Hanse whose eyes were on the road in concentration, his hand on the steering wheel moving ever so carefully. "Hanse! Are we almost there? I need to stretch my legs hurt." Subin whines childishly. "Almost." Hanse replies.

A few moments later the truck started to slow down and soon came to a complete stop. They were in a meadow full with flowers and tall grass. The sky was a beautiful baby blue, at the time the sky was a blanket it seemed protecting the teens from the tragedy the world had in store for them which would change the course of all of their lives.

They had all decided today was such a beautiful day and it would be a waste to spend it inside staring at a phone screen or doing homework which they had already left sitting around for days. Heochan was the first one out of the truck, he wanders ahead of the rest of the group. He stops near a beautiful white flower. Heochan tilts his head to the side just focusing on the flower and nothing else, he noticed how it's petals curled and how it looked so beautiful and lively. One of the leaves tilted upwards as if it was greeting him.

Eventually Heochan broke out of his daze and ran through the tall grass to join the others in the clearing. He came to an abrupt stop though when he felt a rock hit his back, Heochan turned around so fast his hair got into his eyes as he looked to see who threw the rock. Subin was holding another rock about to throw it at Seungwoo when his eyes met Heochan's. 

"Oh shit." Subin drops the rocks and starts to run as Heochan chases him through the tall grass and all the beautiful flowers that have grown in this meadow. "Jung Subin get your scrawny ass back here right now!" Everyone else started laughing as they watched the chase, Hyerin shook her head at her older brother's tactic's.

Their feet made a rhythmic beat as they slapped against the cold hard earth, breathing heavily and trying to catch their breath as they continued their chase. Heochan reaches up to Subin and pulls him back by his collar making him fall into Heochan as they both tumble onto the ground. "I win." Heochan says getting up well Subin is still lying on the ground and he starts to dust the dirt off of himself.

"If you two are done with your game of tag, can you come over here? Before Sejun steals your food." Bloom calls out fixing the corners of the picnic blanket which had become crinkled. "What?! I would never." Sejun say's eyeing up the food. "I saw you!" Bloom smacks his hand away. "Don't." She points her finger teasingly at the boy.

Sejun imitates nibbling on a chicken wing in response Bloom rolls her eyes but still laughs lightly at Sejun anyways. The two boy's settle down onto the blanket both bowing their heads to Bloom and mumbling their thanks for the food she has made for them.

They all start to eat their food looking up to the sky, using their hands to block their eyes from the sun and making light of the fact that the food is almost blown away by the breeze. Hyerin hands her plate of food over to her brother, as she is no longer hungry. Subin mouths thanks to his little sister before he starts to eat. She leans back on her palms which lightly touch the grass which almost tickles her hands as it sways back and forth gently. Staring up into the sky the last thing she see's before she closes her eyes is that the color of the sky has now changed from baby blue to a light pinkish-orange shade. The world seems to go quiet voices seem to fade into the background along with everything else.

The sun beating down on the teenagers, the flowers and grass still swaying towards them in the gentle breeze, a flower picked for someone whom they love paint splattered flowers, a messy bouquet of memories of the past which none of them seem to be able to let go of.