monthly day6 * shipweek! book [discontinued]

day1 * time travel!

memory travel!au

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Zwap! Brian blinks, and he's somewhere he just barely recognizes, somewhere that gives him the feeling like when his eomma used to feed him a spoonful of honey before he went to sleep: on the verge of sleep, eyes droopy, only the sweet tang of liquidy thickness on his tongue amid his fuzzy surroundings. He's standing at the edge of the lake, the tall grass tickling his legs. Younghyun raises his hand to swat at a mosquito perched on his arm and hisses when he knows it's too late. The insect has already gotten what it desires. Too bad it's making him suffer...

His hand moves away from the bump forming below the sparse hair lining his arm, and he finally acknowledges that a stranger is standing before him, staring at his camera.

"Uwah...So you came here because of... that?" The man is pointing at his camera, the one he's holding in the crease between his inner elbow and his swollen forearm, and his mouth is open wide in shock.

"How did you know?"

"I just saw a boy taking a picture of the lake, and he disappeared. You're in his place, now, holding the same exact camera... How can that be?!"

Brian sighs out in annoyance. Why does this kind of bullshit have to happen to him, of all people?! "It's an analogue, seemingly."

The brunette shuffles his feet and gives his signature crooked smile, the one in which his teeth seem to bend the light around his frame in a way that brightens his entire form. "I like analogues... I like analogues very much."

Younghyun's hand rises to encompass the side of his childhood camera, and he feels his brows raise in contemplation. "Well, as for me... They make me confused. So confused that I might just lose my mind."

 

And the young man struts off, his steps hastily bringing him further and further away from the brunette, whose voice calls out to him in a desperate spiral of "Wait!"s and "You dropped something!"s...