[based on the first imagine I ever wrote]
The bus jolted down the road, you passed a field, rows of houses and kids running around at the play park.
It was mid autumn and you were wrapped up in a seasonally appropriate coat with your body turned towards the bus window.
You enjoyed the calm before the storm, hoping to savour the fresh air and picturesque views.
Your seat jumped as the bus clumsily passed a speed bump and you sighed to yourself.
The tires slowed and the vechile stopped at a sign with the words 'bus timetable' , half peeling off.
You looked up and noticed you had arrived.
You thanked the driver and stepped out into the cold, the breeze hit your hair and various strands lifted in the wind.
You had come to a fairly dark part of town, the buildings were grey and some of the windows were boarded up.
You remembered the area, through childhood memories and found your way to the largest set of flats.
You skimmed your finger over the buzzer, the names were listed down the side of the box and you scanned it until you found the name you were looking for.
A small buzz came through the speaker and there was a faint voice on the other end.
"Who is it."
"Jung Yunnie." You replied, nervously.
There was nothing but silence on the line and a drawn out beep as the door came open a crack.
You pulled the weight of the door towards you and entered the building.
It was just as you remembered.
A small lift directly in the middle with a large 'out of order' sign covering most of its front. Next to it was a bleak concrete staircase that spiraled up to the top floor. And on your left was a long corridor with a few desolate flats scattered along it.
You began your way up the stairs, passing floors 1 to 5 within a few minutes.
Floor 6 was home, the corridor was carpeted, each flat had its own personalised number plate.
The comforting nature soothed you and you made your way to number 61.
You knocked hesitantly on the door and waited, flidding with your ring.
The door opened a crack and you saw the eye of a man you once knew, he disapeared again and undid the latch.
There you were, there he was.
It was silent.
He looked at you.
You looked at him, an oversized navy sweater and messy hair.
Just the boy you'd known.
He inhaled sharply, "Yunnie..."
You nodded, as a tear pricked the back of your throat.
Before you knew it, you were in his arms, he was holding you, in the same way he always had.
His fingers ran along your back, fiddling with the ends of your long hair.
"Please never leave."
