Seokjin: 3 August Year 22

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I stared down at the polaroids I'd laid across the carpet. All at once, the images began to move. They became memories. They began to move before my eyes.

Jungkook turned to face me, as if he'd heard Jimin and Hoseok laugh. I heard Yoongi playing the piano. Namjoon and Taehyung laughed as they ran along the beach.

Those were the things I remembered while looking at the photos. They played out in my mind like a film. With so much clarity.

Moment after moment washed over me, one film after the next of memories. I heard the laughter, felt the sun shine warmly on my skin, saw the bursts of colour around me. And it was as if a floodgate had opened. The memories didn't stop flooding into my mind, never gave me a second to rest. I couldn't come to my senses for a while. These memories were too overwhelming.

The room was filled with so so many memories. Sad, nostalgic, troubling and enjoyable memories at that.

Suddenly, I felt something unbelievable. How could I have ever forgotten these memories?

That's when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. There was something shimmering inside my pocket. What on earth could it be?

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