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How is it even possible? How is it even fucking possible to be reminded of a certain person JUST by seeing a fucking colour?!
The supermarket is cold and empty. The Sunday's drowsiness is in the air, enveloping the shelves and the fridge, and affecting a few lonely customers around. And you wish you could just take the milk and run back to your warm bed and unfinished episode of Hell's Kitchen. But your feet are glued to the floor, and you can't move a finger.
Right in front of you, there's a fridge filled with neat rows of pink yogurt jars. The same pink colour that Han Jisung choose to dye his bangs with.
Damn it.
See, you aren't supposed to remember the colour of Han Jisung's bangs. You aren't supposed to remember any detail about Han Jisung at all. He's loud, and cocky, and all the things you're supposed to hate. And you are supposed to NOT care about the pink strands of hair falling softly on his big sparkling eyes...
But here you are.
Damn it twice.
From now on, walking down the supermarket is a torture. Every little pink thing catches your attention.
Bread with pumpkin seeds in a pink wrapping. All it takes for you is one little glance at it before the memories flood your mind. A few days ago, Jisung saw you in a hallway, smiled at you as if he was happy to see you, and high-fived you out of nowhere.
You rush past this section, grabbing some regular toast bread instead. But then you notice strawberry cookies in pink packaging on your right.
You were late to your history class yesterday, and when you run into the classroom exactly 1 minute before the lecture has started, Han Jisung glanced at you and then started excitedly whispering with a fairy-looking boy on his left. Maybe, they were talking about you. Maybe, it was about the fucked up weather outside, or the coffee discount in the coffee shop near the campus.
You hate that those damn strawberry cookies remind you of that moment.
Rosé wine. Of course, rose fucking wine...
That time Han Jisung choose to sit next to you during one of the lectures, and asked you questions about the words he missed.
Chocolate. Very funny, very honest and very loud, Han Jisung.
Candies. Looking like a little rock-star with his big boots and skinny dark jeans and that damn pink bangs, Han Jisung.
FUCKING BUBBLE GUM ON THE CHECKOUT.
FUCKING SMILING EVERY DAMN TIME HAN JISUNG.
Why is it happening? What's the reason?
Why does it matter where he seats, whether he talks about you or not? Why do his glances and smiles matter? Why is it tormenting you so much?
