I brush off the dust on the old diary The inside that suddenly opened up, brightly
You are there still Like before, you are remained
I recall the pictures that I lived forgetting The little tremblings splurge in my body
It's a bit of a sad thing that we can't go back to that time
It was the weekend and Chan had nothing to do. No songs to compose, no ungodly amount of homework, no random escapades with his friend, nothing. So he decided to finish his long overdue house works. Living in the dorm could be lonely at times, especially when you didn't have an assigned roommate but it was something Chan was thankful for. It meant that no one would be nagging him about his sleeping schedule or lack thereof, and no one complaining about how he'd throw his dirty laundry in a pile and wait for one of these types of days to come by.
First Chan decided to clean the kitchen, which is actually a corner in his dorm with a small refrigerator and a coffee machine. It wasn't much but it's enough since Chan mostly spends his time in the studio. He couldn't bring himself to at least pretend to be surprised with the state of his refrigerator. It was almost empty, save for the row of energy drinks that is too many to be considered healthy. A feeling of guilt filled him as he remembers his promise to his mom. Letting out a soft sigh, he promised himself to at least try to eat healthy, for his mom.
After that was laundry, which he later decides to do last since he'd have to wait in the washing room and he wanted to be as efficient as possible. That's how Chan found himself sitting on his newly made bed, hands holding a worn out book that he knows so well. It was a bit dusty, considering that it sat at the utmost shelve in his room, and as he opens the book, he saw him. Han Jisung.
He was as beautiful as Chan had remembered. Those beautiful eyes that hold the galaxy, the smile that somehow always able to light out Chan's world and those cheeks. Those round, squishy cheeks that Chan especially loved and never skipped a chance to kiss, given the chance. Everything about the boy was beautiful and the sight of that ethereal boy ignites something inside of Chan. Something that he wanted to forget once he stepped into college. His heart wrench at the thought of the moments when Han Jisung was in his sight when Han Jisung was his world.
I'm going to look for you Tinker bell that the memories sent Neverland that followed through
At that place While looking at each other, we were smiling
Forever your peter pan. Your man that stopped the that time
Although I'm lacking, I'm running to my you that I loved so much
After debating with himself, Chan took his favorite hoodie, the one that Jisung had given to him during their first anniversary, he made his way to a place he knows by heart. A place that holds a thousand memory of what he used to have, what he used to feel and the person he used to be. A place that he hadn't visited for two years because he knew that it would hurt the younger twice as much as it hurt him.
Jisung had always been the more sensitive one in their relationship, Chan recalls as he took a step into Black Pearl Cafe, hands gripping on the diary as if protecting it from all the evil of the world. At the counter stood Seungmin, one of Chan's mutual friend. To be fair, Chan knew him through Jisung, so they had been friends by default. Chan could see that the younger was clearly surprised and to be honest, he expected the reaction. After two years of avoiding any contact with anyone who is as close as an acquaintance to Jisung, there was no way that the younger's group of friend would be welcoming him. He half-expect Seungmin to snap at him or something but the boy only gave him a curt nod and proceed to ask his order.
It felt weird acting hostile with Seungmin knowing how sarcastic the boy was with his friend group, but Chan was glad that at least Seungmin acknowledge his presence. After the weird interaction with Seungmin, Chan managed to snatch a seat at the table that used to be dubbed as their table. Smiling a little as he saw the old scratches that Jisung had made to indicate that the table was solely theirs, Chan felt a wave of relief wash over him. At least, this piece of memory is still intact. He wouldn't have known what he'd do if the cafe had changed their furniture or worse, the interior design.
