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@rkhyeon

it’s dark, and the music is loud. the bass drops and shakes him right down to his heart. in the distance, he can see a figure, features indiscernible, but there’s an inexplicable pull that’s bringing his footsteps closer, as if the figure is wordlessly beckoning. the closer he gets, the faster his heart beats, and by the time he’s close enough to reach out, his heart is beating in his head. his raises his hand to tap the figure on the shoulder, and time to seems to slow down, but before he can actually maintain contact, an invasive voice booms overhead. slowly, the world around him begins to dissolve, and confusion overtakes him. within seconds, he’s awake, and back to reality.

@rkyoona

everyone has that one person in their life, someone they can't forget, but are no longer able to contact. for some, that loss is tragic, suffered at the hands of fate and the unluckiness of a life taken too soon. for others, it's someone they've lost contact with, a lost chance, a relationship unable to be rekindled due to time or distance, or both. and for others still, others like wonpil, it's someone they've willingly forgotten, a red string forcibly cut by their own hands.

one of the worst things about being a person of the latter is the fact that sometimes fate is cruel. sometimes, it mends that string, tying two pieces together.

it's been years since he'd last seen yoona. he'd often meet up with her in a group setting, mutual friends all gathering for a meal or bowling or whatever other things kids in uni did. he'd always felt a certain chemistry with her, drawn to her smile and the sound of her voice. unfortunately, he'd never found out if she felt the same way toward him, because his friend had admitted to liking her, and he would never pit himself against a friend for a girl's affection. that wasn't how friendship worked, even if, in the end, his friend never ended up pursuing her.

@rksoye

it’s a leisurely sunday, the sun is up, the humidity is high. it’s typical summer weather in seoul, not dissimilar to the summer weather back in hawaii. it makes him homesick for a place he left behind to start anew, even if he’d been born in seoul long before ever putting down roots in lihue. however, even though he misses the island and misses the lazy summer days he’d spend by the water, there’s nowhere he’d rather be right at this very moment than right here on the han river, enjoying the sun and the water.

it probably helps that he’s lying on the bow of a small boat, staring up at the blue sky, mind empty as he ignores all of life’s responsibilities. it’s been about a month since his friend has been out of the country for some mission trip and asked wonpil to care for the watercraft while he was gone. he’d said to use it at least once during the three months he’d been away, and now that he’s finally taken it to the water, he wonders why he hadn’t done it earlier.

@rkdowoon

he’s hungry.

he’s hungry and he’s bored and a little bit impatient. in all honesty, he’s in sort of a weird mood, and he doesn’t know how to explain it or why he’s feeling that way. he’s got his legs hanging over the back of his couch, head hanging upside down as it hangs over the edge of the seat cushion. perhaps it’s the blood rushing to his brain, but he thinks he deserves to be treated today, and he makes as much known when he addresses his friend, pointing a finger directly at dowoon so that the other doesn’t think he’s talking to someone else (not that he would; there’s no one else in the room).

@rkseokjin

admmittedly, in the past, wonpil was fucking awful at keeping in touch. if people didn’t message or talk to him first, after a while, the relationship would naturally drift due to the fact that he wasn’t good at keeping up with everyone in his life, so much so that it fractured the relationship he had with his little brother. now that he’s (somewhat) acknowledged this flaw about him, he’s tried to improve upon it and is actively trying to change his ways, but he’s far from perfect and still has a ways to go.

the thing about the situation, though, is that he doesn’t view the relationships he’d lost along the way as broken. if he sees someone on the street he recognizes, he approaches them immediately, without a second thought or, more importantly, an apology. it’s just the way he is---neither time nor distance can make him believe a friendship is broken unless an issue is made known, and how can an issue be made known if he hasn’t contacted someone in years?

@soljirk

there’s no better time than summer to grab an ice cream, even late into the evening, bordering on bedtime. when those cravings hit, it’s hard to ignore them because the more you try to do so, the stronger it gets, so why fight it?

he stands in line at the ice cream truck, looking over all the flavors and trying to decide which one he’d like to buy as a snack before heading back home to turn in for the evening. after all, it’s back to work again early in the morning, just as he had earlier that day. it can be a tiring process, but it’s a process that pays the bills, so it’s not something he wants to or can stop any time soon.

@rkdowoon

summer’s always been his favorite season. even before he took up surfing and moved to hawaii, there was something about the weather and the beaches and being off from school for a few weeks that always made it seem like so much fun. summer is all about having no plans and making things up as you go, spending time with friends, dipping your toes into the sand, catching a wave, making memories, living your best life in that moment.

summers have changed since he moved to seoul, being swamped with school work at first, and then his job, leaving less time for trips to the beach and more time spent working. it’s a reality that’s hard to live with, and one he refuses to acknowledge. just because he doesn’t have time to drive out to the coast doesn’t mean summers have to be a bore now. he just has to bring summer to him.