"Eun, get over here! You're not a child anymore," Yeosang calls out to his brother, who is making the unwise decision of trying to climb a palm tree that's way too tall to be scaled.

Eunsang groans and slides back down the tree, "Ugh, Yeo, you're no fun at all," he complains, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

Yeosang scoffs and shakes his head, "You're about to go to college and you're still acting like this? I would've thought mom and dad taught you to behave better while I was gone."

Eunsang snickers, dropping his angry act, "Oh, they did, but they told me to give you an especially hard time this summer since it's my last one with you for a while."

"Yeah, yeah... Come on, let's get some food, okay?" Yeosang hums, getting into the long line awaiting the restaurant that brings back many memories for him. He remembers how he, Wooyoung, and his friends ate here and defeated that fry challenge together. It brings a smile to his face as his mind gets lost in the past.

"Isn't this you, Yeo?" Eunsang says, his voice a bit confused.

Yeosang turns around and sees his brother standing by a bulletin board with a collection of photos. He walks over to it and Eunsang points his finger to a particularly old-looking photo of a group of guys near a volleyball net.

Yeosang's eyes widen when he sees the faded photo of his summer before college, feeling the way his chest tightens up at the sight of his younger self right beside his first love. Jung Wooyoung. Water rises in his eyes as he stares at it, "Yeah... That's me, Eun. Do you remember them? The boys I'm standing with?" He looks to his brother, wondering if he remembered the boy he adored so much.

Eunsang smiles and nods, "That's Wooyoung!"

Yeosang's heartbeat quickens as soon as Eunsang says his name, "Yep, I remember how you liked him more than me, you traitor!" Yeosang nudges him playfully, trying to act like everything is alright, when his insides are a mess with the scattered mix of emotions he's being overloaded with.

"Hey, he was cool. Unlike some people," Eunsang smirks, "Let's go get back in line."

Wooyoung sat down in the booth he knew was right in front of where he and Yeosang had signed their names on the wall so long ago. It brought him joy to see the messy handwriting he loved and missed so much, seeing the heart marked around the two of their names.

"Jung, you gonna order, or what?" Jongho asks, motioning towards the waitress waiting patiently for his order.

Wooyoung nods and looks up at her, "Just a basket of fries will be fine, thank you," he smiles.

"Still thinking about him?" Yunho leans forward on his hands, a knowing smile on his face. His friend's not once forgotten to mention Yeosang since they got here a few days ago, wandering around the boardwalk lost. Yunho and the rest of them find it endearing how he's never once forgotten him, even after all this time, Wooyoung still brings up Yeosang.

Wooyoung lets out a slow sigh, resting back in the booth, "Of course I am," he says, smiling up at the signatures once again.

After Yeosang and Eunsang finished eating, Eunsang told his brother that he was going to go to the carnival part of the boardwalk, leaving Yeosang to walk around alone.

He managed to find his way to the pier and walked to the edge so he could look out at the beautiful dark blue sea that rested before him. Yeosang doesn't sit, he only stands there for a few brief minutes to admire the way the light is cast down onto the waves by the moon. He liked the calmness and solitude of it all, but he started to walk back when he felt a presence behind him.

Wooyoung trailed away from the pack of his friends that night to return to the pier, a spot he's come to every night since being back in hopes of, by some miracle, he sees Yeosang again.

It's been years, Wooyoung's mind tells him, but he doesn't listen. They made a promise, and he knew that what bound the two of them together was stronger than the time that forced them apart.

Wooyoung sees someone at the edge of the pier, but he can't make out any distinguishing features about the figure. His heart leaps at the potential of it being his lost love, but he eases himself back down as he begins to walk towards them.

They must be leaving.

Yeosang keeps his head down as he walks his way off the pier, inching closer and closer to the figure, keeping to his side so he doesn't bump into them.

A man, he thinks as they close distance.

Wooyoung feels a strong, demanding gust of wind wash over him as soon as he passes the man on the pier. His heart rate picks up unusually, and he feels this urgency to turn around and look back at the man he just passed.

To his surprise, the man also turned around, wide brown eyes and long hair sweeping his face. The familiar angelic voice that he's yearned to hear again blessed his ears.

It's as if time stopped in that moment.

"Wooyoung...?"

End.