Seungcheol has a weird dream these couple months.
of a certain person he never knew existed in his life.
the melodious laughter, the adorable whine.
the smell of lavender and grass.
it feels nostalgic, like a hidden memory of someone special worth...
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seungcheol stare at his phone probably a bit longer than necessary because it gain wonwoo's attention who's been silently watching him from the side. the man in glasses is taking a peek at what his best friend is seeing that made him as if he's being hypnotized. once his eyes saw the guy is on chat he look away, until he catch the name of the sender of message, he stop munching his fried fries.
"jihoon?" he ask carefully.
seungcheol smile fondly at the name and lock the phone before putting it back on the table.
"yeah,"
"why is he contacting you again? it's been years."
seungcheol take a sip of his warm green tea, eyes fixed on the throng of people coming in the restaurant. it's lunch time, the place has slowly filled with people on their break time, the quiet atmosphere long gone as it's now buzzing with patrons talking and joking. seungcheol is pressing his lips together at the question his friend throw at him. yes, it's been years
when was the last time he met jihoon?
university graduation he guess? the shorter guy then moved to australia with his boyfriend shortly after they graduated, a surprise movement if seungcheol had to comment when be heard it from a friend who accidentally met jihoon at the airport. knowing lee jihoon for a good 4 years he thought he knew the guy inside out, but probably that was what love could made you doing. the most insane thing. and since then he never had a news of the dear old friend anymore. until now that is.
seungcheol kind of missed him, his university life was filled with jihoon and their memories together. the eyes smile whenever seungcheol threw a joke at him, his hearty laughter. the stoic tone when scolded him from being an outsider and Boomer at the party with their friends. the night they shared together, talking and dreaming about the future.
a future he couldn't give him.
"he wants to meet,"
"he's here?"
seungcheol nod "he said he want to give me something,"
wonwoo's eyes never left his friend's face, which looks relaxed on the outside but he know deep inside he's been nervous judging how he keep pressing his lips together. a habit he adapt over the years. wonwoo didn't know in details what seungcheol had shared with jihoon in their university days, seungcheol was never an open person, he prefer to keep things to himself until the bottle is finally full and ready to be spilled. on another note, they took different course in university, it's harder to meet when your building is few kilometers apart. and without he knew, the tittle of seungcheol's best friend has gone to lee jihoon.
he knew jihoon briefly, but was not that close. they hang out together sometimes, and even in that short chance he could see the both of them shared this special intimate feeling toward each other. wonwoo had never seen seungcheol so depended on someone like he was to jihoon, he often made a joke that they looked like an old married couple and seungcheol just accept it with a stupid grin, shrugging his shoulders and gave him a gummy smile. like it's the most neutral thing in the world.
