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i sat on my bed as i blankly stared at the door, the meeting replaying in my mind. someone's going to die. my stomach churned for some unknown reasons as i stood up, going outside the veranda.

somehow, seeing the moon calms me a bit. the gentle but cold breeze calmly blowing as i walked up to the railing.

"you have a habit of leaning on a wall, don't you?" i said, turning around to meet the eyes of the blue-haired boy.

"kinda." he replied, standing up straight.

"why aren't you sleeping?" he asks, bringing his black hoodie back down.

"i couldn't. the meeting was bothering me." i speaked truthfully. i don't know why but i feel like i can trust han jisung.

"then stop thinking about it." he stated, i stared at him. he seems familiar yet i don't't remember meeting him before.

"i.." i trailed off, blinking as i got lost inside his eyes.

his eyes, they're beautiful but sad. i can see it, they hold loneliness and immense amount of sadness in them.

"you what?" he cocked his brow as he signalled me to go on.

"have i met you before?" i finally asked, inhaling for unknown reason.

on the other side, jisung seemed to be stunned for a moment and he blinked at me.

"what?" he muttered, i looked away.

"it's just that i feel like i've known you for a long time but i don't remember meeting you before.." i mumbled, fumbling with my fingers.

somehow, by saying that, i feel kind of free. like i've been wanting to tell him that a long time ago.

"do you remember anything with me?" he asked, staring at me intensely.

"no.." i answered, my voice trailing off.

"then, you haven't met me before." he turned his back and was about to leave but i held his hand back.

"i missed you!"

he stopped in his tracks as my eyes widened. i quickly let go of his hand as i blinked rapidly.

"i-i'm sorry! it's just that it c-came out of my lips.." and it feels like i wanted to tell him that, the whole time.

jisung turned to me again with a smile, his eyes telling a thousand stories. his eyes were glassy, tears were about to fall as loneliness swirled inside them.

i didn't know why but i reached up to wipe away the tear that have fallen down his face.

"don't cry, jisung."

don't cry, jisungie.

i heard my own voice speak up inside my mind, a distant memory flowing.

jisung closed his eyes with a sad smile, sobbing softly as he gently rubbed his face on my hand.

"i missed you too, zena." he breathed out, his voice cracking.

i missed you, zena-ah!

this time another voice spoke up in my head, a blurry memory unravelling. it was a boy hugging a girl, they looked happy, lovely. like of all things, the both of them is the only thing that matter. the girl was me, from the long black hair and chocolate eyes.

and the boy..it was han jisung.

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i couldn't resist a han jisung
screen time uwu.