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song recommendation: dejavu - nu'est w

"Jungwoo?" The worker's face pales, his eyes widening as he stares at me.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you." I watch his hope visibly darken, and my heart aches for this stranger.

"Oh. Sorry for bothering you. Enjoy your meal." His head drops, staring at his feet. He walks back towards the counter, his coworker abruptly hugging him tightly. Was he crying?  The chestnut-haired man glares at me, sauntering towards my table.

"I don't think you should come here anymore." His stern expression telling me that he was being serious. "I thought I warned you previously." Voice threatening, I swallow nervously at his words.

Who is this guy?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset him." Standing up, I make eye contact with the black-haired boy standing in the back.

"You've done more than upset him." He scoffs, walking away from me.

I lower my gaze, anxiety building up in my throat as I hurriedly leave the burning stares of the workers.

What did I even do?

Flashes of broken memories and pieces of past occurances fill my mind. A sharp pain in my head makes me clutch desperately at my skull, collapsing onto the sidewalk.

Warm arms in a soft bed. Fingers entangled through my golden hair. A laugh like a lullaby, contagious and sweet. The feeling of home and contentment.

But to who do those arms, fingers and laugh belong to? And why does the happiness in that memory taste so bitter?

"Jungwoo! Are you okay?" The crash of a bicycle against the hard concrete startles me. Cold hands place themselves on either side of my face. I let out a sob as another memory tugs at my heart.

A warm drink between cold hands. The same laugh from before, echoing through the room before a crash disturbs the heavenly sound. A bloody knee and an upturned bicycle.

The bell on the café door chimes as the threatening worker before rushes out.

"Taeyong!"

A sudden sense of deja vu washes over me.

A/N

will I ever have a decent update schedule? probably not :)

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