NOSTALGIA.
wistful affection for the past

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        "You're up."

        MARK EYED JISUNG AS HE TOOK small steps down the stairs and into the living room, where he plopped his body down the sofa as the pillows bounced along.

        "I don't know if I actually slept or just laid in bed doing breathing exercises," the younger snickered, shifting his body around and looking for a comfortable position to lie in.

        Mark was in the process of figuring out a good enough comeback to diss the younger, but later he decided to just let it slide, remembering Jisung's midlife existential crisis and not wanting to add up to his current state of sadness.

        "You just woke up and you're sleeping again," Mark pointed out, scrolling through his phone.

        Jisung let out a loud grunt as he struggles to sit himself on the sofa, stretching his limbs with a yawn escaping his lips. He managed to lift himself off, and placing another foot down, he balances his body on his two—wobbly—feet, being quite unsuccessful though.

He grasps the sofa's back rest tightly, maneuvering his joints and muscles around, attempting to get a hold of himself, and pull himself together.

His head was spinning madly and his vision was getting blurry.

Jisung wasn't okay. Even physically.

Despite his weak condition, he was able to work his way around, slowly getting nearer the kitchen.

Where the hell are the others?

He shrugged off the thought, thinking that they're probably in their rooms right now, chilling, doing whatever.

Jisung pulled out a bar stool and plopped himself on the seat, his elbows resting on top of the kitchen island which were supporting his head, resting comfortably under his chin.

The boy was rather overjoyed seeing a loaf of bread within reach. At least he didn't have to stand up again and look for some food lying around.

Jisung reached out for the plastic bag and snapped off the g-lock, spreading the bag open and picking up a slice of bread. He didn't even toast it anymore, nor did he add some nutella, and just went straight into it, taking a bite and moaning in delight.

Eating was basically the highlight of his day.

But then,

he remembered,

his mom is coming home.

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        Three pm.

        Everyone was at the living room, scattered around the hardwood floor, bodies tossed over the sofa. Donghyuck was spread across the couch, his head resting on Mark's lap while he strokes the younger's pinkish-blonde locks. The Norenmin trio sat infront of the TV, with Renjun's hand tracing down Jaemin's waist and Jeno grazing the younger's neck.

        Chenle felt lonely.

        The boy leaned his back against the side of the sofa and pulled his legs up, resting his elbows on his knees while scrolling through his phone.

        Chenle may or may not have stolen a few glances from Jisung.

        He hated to admit it but,

        he misses Jisung.

A lot.

        And it hurt to see him, so broken.

        He looked shattered, so vulnerable.

He wanted to hug him and tell him that everything's going to be okay.

He wanted to cuddle with him, pepper him with kisses.

He misses the feeling of love.

He misses Jisung's love.

        But what did he do?

He acted like a fool.

He wasted his opportunity to be happy with Jisung.

        "Look who's quiet," Jeno mocked, looking behind seeing Jisung and Chenle sulking in their own little worlds.

Chenle cocked a brow as the rest of the boys started laughing at the two. "Yeah, right." he scoffed, glaring at each one of them with dagger-like stares piercing through their orbs. Chenle clearly was unamused.

Jisung only stayed silent, curled up in the corner of the room by the window.

"Lovers' quarrel, aye?", Jaemin teased, giggles escaping his lips.

Endless chuckles and snickers lingered the room as the boys were having the time of their life, teasing and making fun of the two boys.

Jisung was beyond annoyed. In fact, he was fuming inside.

It was a sensitive topic.

He can't just pretend that everything's alright.

He'd had enough.

"We are not a couple,' Jisung snapped, startling everyone with the boy's sudden remark.

Jisung swore he heard his heart shatter.

        And so did Chenle's.

It crushed his heart.

        It hurt, badly.

        It hurt to be reminded about their shattered love.

        They aren't a thing anymore.

        Hell, they were never a thing.

        They don't know if they were a thing. They don't know if they were even dating.

Jisung was supposed to ask Chenle out.

But then Jisung fucked up.

Really badly.

The lack of communication and understanding.

The things that were happening yesterday were all so complicated and, well, painful.

        Say, a typical lovers' quarrel.

        Except, they aren't lovers anymore.

        Merely a couple of kids who gave love a shot.

        And sadly, they've failed.

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Knocking.

Why is someone knocking on the door?

        "What the-", Mark cursed, waking up from his short nap hearing the loud knocks on the front door.

The others soon woke up, alarmed by the sudden visitor. It was six pm, who'd be around here at this hour?

"Maybe someone needs to stay in for a bit," Donghyuck suggested, a yawn escaping his lips.

The boys thought if nothing.

But when Jisung woke up,

He was happier than ever.

"I'll get it!", the younger suddenly stood up as the boys watched him skip to the front door with rather confused and puzzled looks.

Jisung's sudden mood changes were very much off.

One moment he's sulking and depressed, a second later he's elated and literally jumping with joy.

Even the depressed part is so not Jisung. He's typically a happy, outgoing teenager who goes through regular shortcomings, but not to the point that it destroys his life and hits rock-bottom.

Something's definitely disoriented, that's for sure.

Jisung hopped excitedly to the front door, a wide smile across his features and his eyes filled with glee.

It's been a long time since he'd felt genuinely happy.

It felt good, to say the least.

As he drew closer, he reached his hand out to the doorknob and twisted it slowly and carefully.

He's finally seeing his mother.

It was quite a nerve-wracking moment. His palms were getting sweaty and his hand was quite shaky.

But what is he thinking? It's his mom, after all. He's accepted by his mother in one way or another.

Regaining his composure, he takes a deep breath, gathering all his strength with the persistence fueling his system.

Pulling the door open, the adrenaline courses throughout his veins, his joy was unmatched with any emotion he's felt in a long time.

"M-"

"M-Miri?!"

"Hi Jisung!", the young female exclaimed, stepping inside and setting her umbrella down and turning to the shocked boy and gave him a tight hug.

"I missed you, Jisung-ah!", she giggled as she pinched the boy's cheek, leaving him utterly flustered, a slight tint of pink dusted on his cheeks.

She continued walking down the hallway as Jisung followed behind.

They boys at the living room furrowed their brown hearing an unfamiliar female voice, which was certainly not Jisung's.

"What the fuck?", Renjun cursed out relentlessly.

The boys were beyond furious. Why is there a girl in this household?

And why does she know Jisung?

There were many wrong points in this situation.

The female walked into the living room before being shocked by surprise.

"Oh Jisung, you got friends over!", she spoke femininely, turning to the brown haired boy beside her. Jisung could only let out a hum.

Meanwhile, the others were busy eyeing her carefully from top to bottom.

Mid-length chestnut hair, brown almond eyes, pink, rosy cheeks, a small, cute heart smile, a pink, oversized sweater, black skinny ripped jeans, and white low-cut converse.

She doesn't seem intimidating, though.

In fact, she's quite warm and friendly.

"Hello~", the girl greeted, chuckling while waving her hand in the air.

"I'm Oh Miri!"

"What's up? I'm Mark, nice to meet you!", the boy chimed in, with Miri replying with a small giggle.

Donghyuck only glared at Mark with an annoyed look—which quickly changed into a small smile and blushing cheeks when he was surprised with a peck on the lips from the older. "You get jealous easily, aye~", Mark cooed at the younger who was red as ever.

"I'm Jaemin but you can call me yours," he chuckled, grinning wildly at Miri who only rolled her eyes. "Smooth bitch but I'll pass, your boyfriends look like they'll attack me any minute now," she scoffed, referring to a jealous Renjun and a jealous Jeno, who was standing by and lookng very unamused.

The boys were quite friendly to Miri, talking casually, laughing naturally, and soon, they were all good friends.

Except for one specific boy, who was spacing out.

A boy who was fuming with anger.

        A boy who was struck with immense pain.

A boy who locked himself in his room.

A boy who cried his heart out all night.

A boy who had a broken heart.

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        ❀ | a/n !
— YaLL I WAS ABLE TO MAKE YALL A GOOD ASS CHAPTER WITH 1,700
— please enjoy it as i will go on a trip i made it long for yall to enjoy~~
— if u remember nana's drama then i based the girl off of his leading lady, which is oh miri :)) i like to base characters off of real people bc it helps in the visualization of the scene/story in your mind if u know what i mean
— things are bout to get quite interesting actually :))
— can't wait till next chapter 💚💚💚
— HYUCKHAN !