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seesaw

the playground, the place where i go to relieve all my stress. i may not be a kid anymore but it feels like i belong there.

my favourite part is the seesaw. some say it's haunted as it rocks by itself at night but i didn't believe that since i've been there since childhood.

as soon as i sat on either side of the seesaw, i lowered my head down. i just had a fight with my parents just because i went home late.
it was not your first time though. i had a busy day.
silence filled the thick air as i slowly let the tears fall.

my parents are so brutal.

i wish i could go to little space again but it doesn't seem to work anymore. it's been half a year already.

i let those tears flow as if it was a waterfall. never ending.

just as i was about to wipe away my tears so that i could head back home, i felt like i'm being lifted up.

i looked up and saw a boy around my age sitting opposite me with the same dull expression as me. all sad and moody.

i wanted to be alone so i got off the seesaw resulting in the boy to collapse to the ground.
i didn't like that the seesaw was balanced. it reminded me of the painful memories when i was playing with you, my childhood crush, on the seesaw, who sadly left me. you died, in which i think.

during those times, moments were all mostly happiness and it felt like heaven. my parents used to get anything i want, and i had a lot of friends.

you were always was by my side. playing the seesaw was our favourite.
we made this game in which who loves each other more would try to keep their partner up in the air for the longest time.

which is now just a seesaw, which just me alone.

but that all vanished into thin air since the missing of you.
i wiped away the tears and get back to reality.

nonetheless, i walked ahead, totally ignoring the poor boy.

-next day-

i went to the playground again. i apparently had arrived late after having caught in detention in school. my curfew is in an hour and i quickly made my way to the playground.

as i saw the peaceful playground in sight, i sighed in relief as the mysterious boy wasn't there.
i slowly made your way to the seesaw, at the exact same spot and sat down.

i closed my eyes, preparing to enter the monochrome world when i felt warmth surrounding me. It was like i'm being hugged from behind.

i looked back and saw the same boy from yesterday.

"get off of me" i mumbled and pushed the boy away.

"im sorry. y/n" the oh so familiar voice ring in my ears. i knew who that was, min yoongi. you. the childhood crush.

i leaped away from you and immediately thought back to the rumours.
there's a dead boy loitering around.
i hoped you wasn't it.

"yoongi, i thought you were dead" i pointed.

you stepped forward. "no and never was. i lied"

"then how? the car crash?" i muttered.

"my twin. he died and i'm too scared and ran away. using him as an excuse to be gone from the world." you explained.

i was about to open my mouth when you continued,"i grew up by myself. found a job at a young age of 14. found a home. my parents? they didn't care."

i cried at your sad story. you had to live your teenage years, sacrificing to survive.
"but how you found me?" i wiped my tears.

"just happened to live near here. i found out that there was a playground here yesterday and went here. and there you were, looking beautiful as ever. and then i thought, maybe it's time to return." you caressed my cheeks.

"i-i gotta go. my parents would scold me" i got up and ran.

you smiled at the old memories and chased after me. but soon came to a halt because of tiredness.

-next day-

i visited my second home again, the playground.

but this time, i saw something more weirder....like happiness.
there, you were holding a balloon and held up a sign that states: i love you