Nostalgia

[21:21] sitting on your bed with the lights off, your room a warm shade of orange, you mindlessly stared at the lights outside of your top-story window, small flickers contrasting with the pitch black of the night sky. the rain pattered on the glass, causing the lights to hazily lose their definition, reminding you of when you were younger, how you’d squint at street lights, delighted at the novelty of how they shone so differently. sitting next to you underneath your blanket, was jaehyun, his hand intertwined and fiddling with yours as he hummed the soft tune of his favourite song [i fall in love too easily] under his breath. the hushed tone of his muffled voice merged with the sound of the rain, increasing the calm you felt within you, as you slowly thought to yourself, that before you met jaehyun, you were a muted darkness, and he became the small flickering light within you.

[01:44] you and renjun lay on your bedroom floor, paints scattered, music blaring and hair a mess, as you chattered away in the midst of creating your next masterpiece [or so you both like to call your random bursts of creativity]

[16:44] laying on the freshly trimmed grass with your eyes closed, you felt yuta’s cool fingertips run down the side of your arm, the feeling contrasting the heat of the surprisingly hot, early-autumn sun.

[11:42] your eyes fluttering open, you focused on your surroundings, aware of the midday-sun soaking its way through the drapes. shadowed patterns painted across your skin, as well as covering the man next to you, his chiselled nose and jawline a smooth canvas for only the most exquisite artwork – as taeyong was worth nothing less.