𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 69 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮

The last minutes of class pass by and Jisung collected his books. "The final week is coming up, is everyone excited?" Their teacher clasped her hands together followed by a ton of happy shouts from the class. Yet Jisung kept his gaze fixed on his desk. It's almost ending. Everything. It seemed like forever until Jisung finally got to this point. But now those years seemed like he had just arrived yesterday at this school. Everything suddenly went so fast. This is one of the last times he'll roam these halls. One of the last times he will see his friends every day and spend time together. Each of them will go in their own ways now. 

The bell rang, and everyone stood up before crowding the halls and every possible path. People walked through with megaphones, yelling about how happy they were to be leaving this school. Also, noting there would be a farewell party at the end of the week. One Jisung wouldn't be attending. Today, everyone had to empty their lockers, which felt strange. It would probably be the last chance to go there when in the beginning it was so normal to stop by every day. The school gave a chance to let them look at all their memories they made together. 

Jisung arrived at his locker, pinning the code, and opened it. A smile appeared on his face as he immediately got greeted with pictures that either almost fell out or were taped to the wall. He and his friends, pictures they made of each other or pictures he sneaked of them. There was one in the middle, him, Felix, and Seungmin standing in a field, arms wrapped over each other's shoulders, in front of a building. They didn't know where they were but spotted a stranger and for some reason ended up asking them to take their picture. Jisung laughed at the memory. Next to that one, there was one of Minho. He had his face turned from the lens as the sun shone on him, making him appear surreal to Jisung still. He sneaked that one a time when they went out for a date. Jisung kept staring at the picture. So many memories. 

He traced his finger over the picture and proceeded to collect all of them in a bag he snuck from home. When all the stuff from his locker was stacked into the bag, he closed it. 

From the end of the hallway, Hyunjin came to him, holding a box filled with things. "This is everything from his locker," Hyunjin enlightened when seeing the confusion on the other's face. "I figured maybe you would want it and take it back to him." He handed him the box. Jisung took it and nodded. "Sure. Thank you." Hyunjin hummed and patted the other's shoulder. "Take care," he said. "I have to collect my stuff as well, so I'll have to get going. See you." 

Hyunjin waved at him before walking off, Jisung waving back. That's true. He also had to go home. 

Jisung placed everything in his room, putting the box with Minho's things on top of his desk. His inner voice told him not to, but Jisung couldn't help himself and roamed through it. Suddenly, he stopped. "When did he take this?" he exclaimed, picking up the picture. It was a picture of him bursting out into laughter at something Minho said at that time, which Minho probably found a perfect opportunity to sneak a picture. "How embarrassing," Jisung blurted out, flustered, cheeks heating up as he watched himself. He placed it back down with a smile, shoving the box further on his desk until it hit the wall. 

Jisung ploffed down on his chair, opening his laptop after a long time. A bit of music would help distract his mind. A memory flashed by. 

Jisung sat at his desk, busy, pressing different keys on a panel. He was all up in this music project of this, so he took all the chances he could to work on it. A pair of arms wrapped around him and he took off his headphones. "Love, I'm busy." Jisung pouted which Minho took as a chance to peck his lips. "I know, but I was curious with what," the other answered. He trailed his eyes down the lane of stalled-out equipment on Jisung's desk.