𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝘱. 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 ✔

02

During the afternoon, you usually play the piano in the club room alone. It is only this time where everything is at peace since nobody was around in the club room. The club room serves as a painful reminder where you and Jisung first met. You remember his dirty clothes, shy smile, and blonde hair.

But this time, there was no Jisung who would come to pick up the ball that entered the room. You made sure to close the windows, opening it just a little so wind could actually come in, but not too wide.

Your fingers glided on top of the familiar piano keys, pressing the right keys that would play your favorite song. Timeless was your favorite piece to play, and eventually it became you and Jisung's song. Your heart clenches painfully in your chest as you fight the urge to spill the tears that has been threatening to fall once again.

Every single cell in your body shakes from the memory. Every single movement you did reminded you of Jisung. He was there beside you all the time. He was with you to share his laughs, his slow deep breathing, or even his small ramblings about his club's new recruits.

As you play the piece, you close your eyes and tears finally, gently, escapes your eyes as you try to forget every memory you've made with him. You swore that this will be the last time you'll be playing the piece, the last time you'll touch the piano, the last time you'll enter the club room. 

The club room was where everything started, so you decided it is where everything ends. It has been 5 months since your break-up, and you finally decided to move on from your first love. You stopped hoping that everything will return back to normal once you both given each other the needed space.

"Jisung. Mine is Jisung Park."

You bit your lip, remembering the memory where it all began. Tears rolling down your cheeks endlessly as your press the keys on the piano.

"At least for today

I can't just go
I'm stopping time

I'm turning back the memories.."

You continue to cry as you hit the last note before sobbing uncontrollably. You shouldn't be crying over this because you were the one who wanted to break up. You were the one who stopped trying and gave up your love, then why? Why do you feel so broken, tired, and lonely?

You gave up when everything came crumbling down. You gave up when you needed each other the most. You grew tired when you should have been trying your best to keep your love running. And now you blame yourself for giving up on him, you blame yourself for being tired of being lonely.

Ever since his team won the Regional Match, and the dance contest held in LA, the road ahead of your relationship became steep and rocky. While he was climbing it in a steady pace, you were falling behind and you couldn't keep up; and it was futile reaching forward to him. You felt that you didn't deserve him anymore.

His schedules are always packed, he seldom text or calls you anymore. Jisung didn't have any time for the both of you anymore, and maybe he also forgot that you exist. He said it won't be easy, but you didn't know it will be that difficult.

Maybe if you understood more of his situation, then maybe it wouldn't turn out like this. Maybe if you had more patience, you wouldn't be crying like this. Maybe if you didn't think of your loneliness and loneliness, you would still be together. You would be laughing at his silly jokes, walking home together, dining together, and all those simple things that would make butterflies erupt inside your stomach.

Sniffling, you slowly open your eyes to wipe your tears away. You took one last glance at the piano keys before smiling sadly. This is it. This is goodbye. The painful memories of the piano, the room and the windows that always reminded you of him, this is going to be last time you'll be seeing them.

Tears still slowly filling you eyes, you stood up, only to be greeted by the person you didn't want to see.

Jisung was standing in front of you, his blue hair was dry, he was wearing his old red and white striped jersey that bore the number 5, and his cheeks were stained with his tears. You didn't move and so as he.

When both of your eyes met each other, both of you stood frozen in front of each other.

"Jisung," his name rolled off your lips rather colder than you have expected.

"Y/N.." He made a step closer, but you made a step away from him. What is he doing here? Why is he wearing his old jersey? How did he know that you were here? Most importantly, why is he crying?

You harshly wiped my tears away and looked at his trembling hands. His hands that was so much bigger than yours. His long fingers that fits perfectly in the spaces between your fingers. You miss holding his hand. You miss his hand on your hand.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. The question seemed to startle him when he blinked and wiped his tears away quickly.

"I uh, the ball. It went here," he answered quickly before turning his back against you and running away.

Confused and clueless from his sudden appearance, you shake your head and left the club room. Now that you're prepared to leave everything behind within the small room, he unknowingly added a new memory for you to leave behind.