â Frozen In Time
( â @247bitna )
Traipsing around this insalubrious building after all the years was one thing he hadnât expected to ever happen, but ambling around Cheongnam High again with Ashley right beside him was a whole another contingency his remaining rationality wouldnât even let him consider. It was oneiric, yet he couldnât decide whether the ensuing re-run was more of a mawkishness-inducing dream or a vaguely unsettling nightmare. If Jiyong were to exclude the aspect of the company he happily got to be in, he would be veering towards the latter option. Because being here, in a place soaked with a plethora of memoirs heâs been straining to leave behind for good, isnât necessarily boosting his serotonin. But one look to the side, an uplifting reminder he isnât the only person dealing with predicaments in here is what puts him at ease.
High school mightâve been a pain in the neck, but there were good days too, and those deserved remembrance. And so they have been bringing up these, as each nook bore a piece of the past. Their old hangout spots, the hallways they strutted down, classrooms where they used to impatiently count down the seconds before the bell rang... Itâs still vivid, more than he wants to admit.
âHoly...â His sentimental smile widens into a frolicsome grin just when the glass double doors leading to the cafeteria fall into his visual field. Sliding one of his hands out of the pants pocket, with sudden animation he gestures in the direction of the once bustling gathering place. At the table, their group would always radiate this âyou canât sit with usâ vibe; that scene has engraved itself notably durably onto his memory. âRemember those lunch breaks? I swear, nobody ever focused on their food. It was a jungle.â He gifts Ashley with a feeble nudge and chortles under his breath at the clear recollection.
