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This town-Part 1:These damn feelings...

Waking up to kiss you and nobody's there
The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air
It's hard
Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round
It's funny how things never change in this old town
So far from the stars

The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic tick of the clock on the wall. Taesan sat by the window, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had long gone cold. His gaze was fixed on the city beyond the glass, but his mind wasn't there. It was stuck in the past, in memories of someone who wasn't here anymore.

Leehan.

The faint trace of his cologne still lingered in the apartment. No matter how many times Taesan tried to cleanse the air, it stubbornly clung to the cushions, the curtains, the very walls of this place. It was a reminder of what he had lost—a reminder he couldn't bring himself to erase.

He leaned back against the chair, his eyes closing as a wave of nostalgia hit him. It was the small things that hurt the most—the way Leehan's laughter used to echo in this room, the way he'd curl up on the couch with a book in his hands, his presence lighting up the entire space. Taesan had taken it all for granted, believing it would last forever.

Forever had come and gone too soon.

It wasn't the first time Taesan had found himself at the pub they used to frequent, but every time he stepped inside, the pain felt just as raw. The familiar hum of chatter, the clink of glasses—it was all the same, except it wasn't.

This time, he wasn't alone in his memories.

His eyes landed on Leehan almost immediately, as if drawn to him by some invisible force. He was standing at the bar, laughing at something the man beside him had said. That laugh, the one that used to be just for Taesan, now belonged to someone else.

The sight of the man's hand resting on Leehan's waist sent a sharp pang through Taesan's chest. He couldn't look away, even though every second felt like torture. Leehan looked happy, at ease in a way Taesan hadn't seen in a long time.

He should've left, walked out before the weight of it crushed him. But his feet felt glued to the floor, his heart caught in the cruel grip of longing.

The walk home was long, the streets deserted under the glow of streetlights. Taesan's mind replayed the scene over and over, the image of Leehan smiling at someone else burned into his thoughts.

He remembered the last time they'd been here together, how Leehan had looked at him with those soft eyes that seemed to hold the world. Back then, Taesan thought he had all the time in the world to figure things out. He was wrong.

His apartment felt colder than usual when he stepped inside. The silence was deafening, filled only with the echoes of memories he couldn't escape. He sank onto the couch, his head in his hands.

He thought about the first time he'd realized he loved Leehan. It was at the old fairground, surrounded by the laughter of children and the bright lights of the carousel. They'd been playing a silly game, chasing each other around like kids. When Leehan had turned to him, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with joy, Taesan had felt something click into place.

"I love you," he whispered into the empty room now, the words too late to mean anything.

The next morning, Taesan found himself at that same fairground. The carousel still stood, its paint faded and peeling, but it was a place that held too many memories to let go. He sat on a bench near the ride, his thoughts a mix of longing and regret.

"Taesan?"

The voice startled him, soft and hesitant. He turned, his breath catching as he saw Leehan standing a few feet away. He looked the same and yet different—older, maybe a little more tired, but still so achingly familiar.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, the air heavy with everything they weren't saying. Then Leehan took a step closer, his eyes searching Taesan's.

"It's been a while," Leehan said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of the years between them.

Taesan nodded, his throat tight. "Yeah, it has."

Leehan hesitated, then sat down beside him. For a moment, neither of them said anything. The carousel's music played softly in the background, a haunting echo of their past.

"I come here sometimes," Leehan admitted, his gaze fixed on the carousel. "It reminds me of... us."

Taesan turned to him, his heart aching at the vulnerability in Leehan's voice. "I've missed you," he said, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

Leehan looked at him, his eyes filled with something Taesan couldn't quite place. "I've missed you too."

And just like that, the distance between them felt a little smaller, the weight of the past a little lighter. For the first time in a long time, Taesan felt a flicker of hope. Maybe everything didn't have to stay broken. Maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.