"do you always hide behind your camera, or is it just around me?"
"i don't hide. i just don't waste my time on people who think they're better than everyone else."
˖⁺‧₊˚ᯓ★🎬 ── .✦📷ᯓ★˚₊‧⁺˖
-wherein seo yeseul accidentally snaps a picture of lee hee...
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THE NIGHT air was thick with humidity, pressing against their skin like a second layer. The city lights flickered in the distance, but here- deep in the park, away from the noise- everything felt eerily silent.
Yeseul and Heeseung sat on one of the benches, a large tree somehow being there, which none of them could really remember being here in this park before. But then- they couldn't either remember what they should've.
The carved initials, Y & H, stayed in their minds like a ghost of something long forgotten.
"Again, why are we here?" Heeseung muttered.
Yeseul swallowed, gripping the camera with sheer tightness.
"I just-" She hesitated. "The answer. We need to find it as quickly as possible."
Heeseung exhaled sharply.
And then-
His vision blurred.
Laughter.
Soft, familiar laughter echoing through the air.
Heeseung felt warmth on his fingertips- someone's hand, interlocked with his own. The wind rustled through the leaves, the golden glow of the setting sun painting the moment in sepia tones.
He turned his head.
Someone was there. No, here.
A silhoutte, standing beneath the tree, smiling at him.
And then-
A voice. His own.
"No matter what happens, we'll meet again."
The words carried a weight, a conviction- like a promise carved into the universe itself.
But then-
The memory shattered.
Heeseung held his head in pain.
Yeseul hesitantly extended her hand to his.
"Are you okay?" she asked, voice tight with concern.
His chest rose, and fell in uneven breath as his hands let go either side of his head.
"I-" He swallowed, gripping his head as if the memory was physically burning him. "I remember something."
Yeseul's heart pounded.
"What did you see?"
His gaze flickered to the tree which he wasn't sure if was always there. He stood up and walked to the center of where it stood.
His gaze flickered to the carving which had etched itself into it almost magically.
"A promise," he whispered. "I promised someone....that we'd meet again."
