» Missing home { Amelie & Jongin }
Blinding light woke Jongin up from his short slumber in the early morning. He was sure he wouldn’t get to sleep for longer so within few moments, he threw the covers away, sitting up. As soon as he finally got up, dressed up and grasped a cup of strong black coffee on his way from the kitchen to the living room, he caught a sound of a familiar voice. At least, he thought so.
Wrapping fingers around the cup, he approached the window, lazily sitting on the window sill as eyes searched for the source of the sound. Blowing at his coffee, he caught a sight of a girl talking to someone in the middle of the street. She was quite tall and slim, yet he couldn’t recognize her just yet. Not until she turned around, her chuckle instantly causing Jongin’s eyes to widen. A sudden flashback caused his lips to twich into the faintest smile.
That was her name. Little girl from his neighbourhood. Always having her hair tied up in two ponytails, with the widest grin plastered on pink lips, chuckling for no reason whenever she was with Jongin. Yes, they used to be close. As close as two kids, living house by house, next to each other, spending every afternoon chasing after each other and playing around at the sports field. They might have been 5 or 6 at that time, yet Jongin couldn’t remember exactly. He only recalled borring his facourite basketball from Amelie, always agreeing to swing the girl on the swing in return. He remembered the ice-creams they used to eat every saturday and how much it hurt Amelie when she fell down, getting a bruise on her knee.Surprising how such a distant memory didn’t fade away as many future chapters in Jongin’s life. This seemed like a perfectly clear memory he simply decided to put into the box so he can always have a look at it, or experience over and over again.
Then, after few years she disappeared. Jongin remembered how her mother mentioned moving out to France, yet he never found out where she left exactly. Neither did he get her address or any other way to contact the girl. Now, again she was here. Like a shadow from his past, yet visible and clear as if she never disappeared. Wearing the same smile he remembered so well. Without any moment of hesitation, he called out through the window.
She seemed to turn her head, narrowing eyes, yet Jongin wasn’t sure, only catching a glimpse of a smile crossing the girl’s lips. Her expression seemed blank, however. He was sure that the female didn’t recognize him. However, what surprised him even more was the fact she simply stepped inside the yellow terraced house just next to his own. Was it possible that they’ve been neighbours for a while already? Being a careless and bit nonchalant male himself, Jongin could imagine himself never noticing such an important detail. He was busy with his job, and always absent either way. His own place seemed like a temporary hotel at times.
Deciding to finally find out, Jongin left his apartment, quickly heading towards the house possibly belonging to his long-lost friend. Lifting his hand a bit, he bit down on his lower lip, confused for a brief moment. What if it was just a coincidence or it wasn’t her. Shaking his head from side to side frantically, Jongin slapped himself in the face lightly. It was her, he thought to himself, finally knocking to the front door, hoping to see the same girl he used to be so close with in the past.
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