Echoes of the Past [myungeun] ✔

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It was a sunny day. Myungsoo was walking around the town, wasting his time. He was scrolling down through his phone, trying to find an interesting game to install when all of the sudden he felt something cold on his chest.

Stopping on his track, he looked down on his once clean black shirt had been stained with a vanilla ice-cream. A girl's shrieked follow.

"Oh gosh, sorry, I'm so so sorry! I was being careless and –"

"It's fine, it's alright. I could wash it anyway," He said with a friendly smile.

The girl frowned in guilt as she took out her handkerchief and gave to the man.

"Please use this to clean it a bit. Again, I'm so sorry but I'm in a rush so, bye!" The girl dashed from his view as she went passed through the crowd.

A look of amusement crossed his face as he chuckles.

That girl was really something.

He was about to continue his walk when he saw a school id on the ground. Curiously, he picked it up and a smile curved on his lips.

It was the girl's school id – Son Naeun's school id.

He suddenly getting flashback from their first met. It was hilarious and heart-warming. That time, he thought he had found the most incredible and beautiful girl and he wanted to make her mine but fate was not on their side.

"Hellooo," a hand waved in front of his face, making him came back to his sense. Naeun was right now in front of him – the Son Naeun.

For a moment, his eyes were scanning her whole face – a pair of hazelnut eyes, button nose and perfectly shaped lips – it was breath-taking.

Regaining his sense back, he cleared his throat and awkwardly said, "Hello..."

A smile crept on her face as she suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him to the dining table.

Sudden warmth spread into him along with the feeling of longing. How badly he wanted to hug her here and then but he was afraid that it will only scare her.

"So, I made you some soup since I pretty much sure you will have a hangover. Well, based on the alcohol smell on you," she said as she scooped the soup into his bowl. All Myungsoo could do was stay silent and admired her beauty.

She is still beautiful, like always.

Naeun set the bowl in front of him. "Well, dig in," cheerfully, she said.

Once the meal ended, Naeun gathered his bowl and went to the sink. He had offered to the dishes but she strictly decline, saying that he was a guest.

A few beats of silence past and Myungsoo finally found the guts and his voice back to ask her, "How did I end up at your house?"

"Well, I saw you lying unconscious on the ground. I thought that you were dead or something but then I smell alcohol on you so I figured that you passed out drunk. I tried to wake you up but you were already sleeping like a log and I don't know your house so I brought you here," she explained thoroughly and a soft smile curved on his lips.

Still the nosy-and-talkative Naeun.

Naeun wiped her hand on the cloth that was hung on the wall near the sink as she was done with the dishes.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy or maybe a psychotic killer?" he asked as he sipped his coffee slowly.

Naeun raised her brows, "Well you aren't. If you are, we wouldn't have this friendly conversation,"

Impressed by her answer, Myungsoo nodded a few times and stay silent.

"Oh right, I don't know your name yet," she said.

Like a glass fell on the ground, his heart shattered and was wrenched in pain.

That's right...

How could I forget?

Of course she didn't remember me – heck, she never did ever since that day.

What am I doing?

I should be away from her.