Soonhoon Oneshots

A Walk Down Memory Lane pt.1

A/N: I am completely aware that this isn't too accurate irl, just go with it.

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I really hate that thing that happens when you forget memories that were precious to you at the time. You ever get that? You remember what happened, but you literally cannot remember anything else about that event. It's just a shell without the chocolate inside.

And it's so sad when someone recalls the memory for you, and you still don't remember it. You ever get that?

Take this example. I was having a chat with my mum upon seeing her after like a year. I missed her. Anyway back to the story; she brought up this childhood story of mine from when I was in primary school.

Now, I don't remember much from primary school. Only that I didn't have many friends, because everyone had their own social groups, and that the school dinners were crap.

It was on the subject of children. My mum suggested that I volunteer for some community service with children, and I said no. When she asked why, I just told her,
"Well, I'd be super awkward with them, first of all." And that's when the story starts.

My mum told me about this little boy from my primary school. Well actually, he was in kindergarten. I was in primary school. Which meant that they were separated. But, somehow I had made friends with this boy. I don't know how because I didn't bother asking (which was kind of stupid now that I think about it, but okay). But she told me that I would always find that boy at breaktimes. His name was Jihoon apparently. It rings a bell (that pun though), but I don't specifically remember someone called Jihoon.

I would always find this 'Jihoon' and play with him. He would be on one side of the fence, and I would be on the other. My mum told me that we would talk to each other because we both didn't have friends, and Jihoon would draw pictures for me in the sand. Which would eventually get washed away by rain. I honestly do not remember any of this.

Then I asked my mum,
"How'd you know this stuff?" To which she replied,
"You always told me about Jihoon. You were so attached to him, it was like you had been friends since birth."

It saddens me that I can't remember Jihoon. I don't even know how he looked like. I must've loved him a lot. Now I can't stop thinking about him, whoever this person is. I really hope he's doing okay and that he's happy, because that's obviously what he made me.

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Unedited, if I feel like it I'll write part 2 tomorrow hehehe hope you liked this
Be prepared for some based off of a true story stuff cos I get inspiration from the randomest little things ever sooooooooooo yeah