✔︎𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

16. That old story

Hyunjin was sitting on one of the park benches, his eyes lost in the cool air, too immersed in his own thoughts. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. Anyone could tell from the way he kept fiddling with his rings and biting his lips. Still, his expression held nothing but that old frustration he thought he'd left behind months ago, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Eventually, he snapped out of his trance when he saw a figure above him handing him a can of soda. He looked up to see the blonde-haired boy waiting for him to take it. His expression was blank, and in his other hand, he held his own can.

Hyunjin stared into his eyes for a few seconds, trying to figure out if the boy was angry or frustrated. Then, he accepted the can, opening it with a loud click.

"Thank you," he mumbled.

Jisung didn't respond. He just sat down on the bench, keeping some distance between himself and Hyunjin, and opened his can. Silence settled between them, broken only by the occasional loud sip from Hyunjin. Jisung didn't even have the energy to bring the can to his lips—he just stared at it.

Hyunjin finally broke the silence, deciding that the awkward, frustrating quiet had to end.

"Look, if you brought me here just to punch me in the face, go ahead. I know you're mad, but I had my reasons for doing what I did."

Jisung stared into the distance for a few seconds before turning to him, his expression still blank, while Hyunjin couldn't help but let a little worry show.

"I don't want to punch you, though it's true I'm a little mad about the way you attacked my friend," Jisung finally said, taking his first sip of soda. "But I just want to know why you did it."

Hyunjin stared at him for a moment before turning his head and leaning back against the bench.

"I should've known that's what you wanted," Hyunjin muttered before taking another sip.

Another minute of silence passed.

"When I first met you, I had this feeling I'd seen you somewhere before. And I was right, you were in one of Y/n's pictures, right? You're one of her old friends," Jisung asked.

Hyunjin looked surprised. "Y/n showed you her pictures?"

"Well, I only saw that one, and it was by accident, but I remembered your face. You were the tall, black-haired boy."

"Yeah, that was me."

"You look a little different."

"I grew my hair. And I dyed it".

"Yeah, that must be it," Jisung nodded, taking another long sip. "There were other people in the picture too. You, Y/n, a brown-haired boy, a girl with pink hair, and a petite girl."

A faint smile appeared on Hyunjin's lips as he got lost in his thoughts again. "Yeah, those were our friends. We used to be really close."

Jisung looked straight at him. "When you say 'we,' you mean Y/n too, right?"

Hyunjin nodded. "Of course. Her more than anyone else."

"Then why did you say all those things? That she did something bad to you and your friends?"

Hyunjin bit his lip, clearly uncomfortable with the question. "I don't think I should be the one telling you this. You and Y/n are friends, right? You should ask her, and give her time to explain."

Jisung smiled slightly. "I see you still care about her, after all."

Hyunjin blushed a little, biting the inside of his cheek. "We were really close back then," he said quickly, taking another sip.