𝐒 𝐄 𝐑 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐈 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 • pjm

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

I remember when we were kids. I remember when you gave me half of your sandwich, and when you cried after you broke up with your first boyfriend. I remember us dancing together, riding our bikes, melting ice cream, and warm summer days. I remember our first solos, our duets, our awards. Busan held many fond memories of me and you. I remember when we first came to Seoul, how lost we were. How we spent our first weeks setting up each other's apartments. I still have those paint-splattered jeans. We laughed like idiots after fighting about the two different shades of yellow. I remember. All of those wonderful moments we've shared. I just hoped that the memories would never end.