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After she apologized, she was expecting the worst just so there was no chance of being surprised by an angry and yelling stranger. However, that caused her to be extremely surprised the moment the man started to lightly laugh. It was relieving, of course. A smile started forming on her face as she let out a sigh, the tension seeping from her shoulders as she pretended to wipe sweat from her forehead. Sometimes, she just didn’t know why she did the things that she did. She was probably just embarrassing herself even more.

If the laughter surprised her, she was most definitely even more surprised by his comment. Her eyes widened as she processed it, then more awkward laughter fell from her own lips. “Oh, man, you’re too sweet. Thank you, though! You’re not bad yourself. I guess I should probably thank that asshole, too, huh?” She laughed again before abruptly stopping and briefly closing her eyes. “I, um…” She cleared her throat, trying to will away the blush on her cheeks. “I really am sorry for interrupting your workout. I should probably watch where I’m going. I see you around here a lot, though. I guess I’m not the only one that likes to punch something that won’t punch back every now and again.”

the girl seemed nice enough, which took coup by a little by surprise. it wasn’t until he processed that he felt surprised that he realized just how dark his life typically was. that’s gang life for you, he thought to himself, suppressing the chuckle that threatened to slip past his lips. “thanks,” he replied, giving the girl a subtle smile. “guess we’ll both be thanking him, then? but, afterward, we should probably warn him not to throw his dirty towels everywhere. not saying i’m looking at the glass half empty, but… if i hadn’t been here to catch you, that pretty face of yours easily could’ve gotten hurt. wouldn’t want any of that, now, would we?”

“look, no harm done—so there’s really no need for apologies.” the girl surprised him again when she made the decision to continue their conversation, and he wasn’t complaining. he’d spent a lot of time on his own lately, and he sometimes forgot how much he enjoyed the little things, such as taking the time to chat with considerably attractive strangers. “but... yeah. helps me take my mind off of things, but something tells me you know the feeling.”

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As soon as she entered the door, she noticed a familiar face punching away at one of the bags on the other side of the room. Despite the fact that she saw him here countless times, considering the two of them appeared to share a hobby and workout, she’d never spoken to him before. Actually, she didn’t even have any plans to do so this time, either. Keeping to herself wasn’t all that difficult, especially considering she tended to embarrass herself whenever she didn’t. She felt like they were acquaintances, though she hardly believed that he felt the same. After all, neither of them even knew the other’s name.

That was soon going to change, unbeknown to her as she made her way over to her own usual spot. She wasn’t expecting to get tripped on a towel that someone left on the ground, not being able to steady herself in time and falling over into the taller man. Nervous laughter fell from her lips as she steadied herself on his sweaty body and quickly let go as soon as she could stand. “Oh my god, I’m so, so sorry.”

boxing was one of seungcheol’s favorite hobbies, as it provided a healthy way for him to vent all of the pent-up rage that he constantly found himself dealing with. after all, he just couldn’t be that unflappable without dealing with his anger somehow, could he? if there was one thing he wanted to ensure, it was that his anger would never get the best of him. his father had been driven by his anger, controlled by it—seungcheol wanted to be nothing like him.

his boxing session was interrupted, surprisingly enough, by a falling girl. it wasn’t something that he dealt with every day, to be sure. it wasn’t her fault, and he could only hope that she wouldn’t walk away feeling too embarrassed. light, amused laughter slipped past his lips, though he made sure not to overdo it. “it’s fine, really—the one that should apologize is whatever asshole who threw the towel down there. or maybe i should be thanking him. it’s been a while since i talked to someone so pretty, after all.”

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Sana’s cheeks were still pink in embarrassment as she scurried after Seungcheol, hastily moving out of the grumpy old man’s way as he made for his precious cabbage. There was no missing the stink eye that he was giving the pair, or the way that he was clearly waiting for them to move their little reunion elsewhere so he could peruse the produce in peace.

Turning wide eyes to Seungcheol, Sana slowly nodded in agreement with his suggestion. “There’s a new coffee shop a block over? Well,” she paused, correcting herself, “I don’t know how new it actually is to you. It’s new since you left.”

The sound of the old man loudly clearing his throat startled Sana so badly that she actually jumped in surprise. Without waiting for the other to agree to her plan, she grabbed Seungcheol by the wrist and made a beeline for the front doors, pulling him along behind her without glancing back at the old man.

She didn’t need to. She could feel his glare on their backs until the moment their feet hit the sidewalk outside.

it’s new since you left. seungcheol realized now that there was a pattern in her words, meaning that it had been more than an accidental slip of the tongue. still, there would be time to discuss that later, once they were no longer pestering this old man in his quest for cabbage. he was just about to agree with her suggestion of the nearby coffee shop when the old man loudly cleared his throat, and he’s unable to stop the light chuckle that escaped him as a result of sana jumping in surprise.

he doesn’t bother speaking up again until sana has already pulled him outside, as it seemed obvious that she wanted to get out of there rather quickly. “so... that guy, huh? i guess he really wanted his cabbage.” seungcheol chuckled, though it didn’t bother to dwell on the subject. “but... yeah, the coffee shop sounds good, if that’s where we’re going. i could go for some caffeine right about now. or hot chocolate.”

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The complement surprised Sana, turning her smile shy. “I was always prettier than you,” she quipped, though her attempt at sass fell short thanks to her evident blush. She tried to disguise that little fact by ruffling his hair a final time before settling her hands on his forearms.

She wasn’t ready to let go of him quite yet.

“Are you back in the neighborhood?” She asked, nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. “I can’t believe you even remember this place. How much time did we spend here when we were in school?”

A new voice chose that moment to pipe in, startling her so that she flinched closer to Seungcheol, eyes widening in surprise at the interruption.

“Nice as this is, how’s about you two move it to another aisle?” an old man griped, wholly unimpressed as he looked between them over the glasses perched low on his crooked nose. “You’re blocking the cabbage.”

"you got me there,” he agreed in an amused tone, a wide smile forming on his lips. “you always were the prettier one, i can definitely attest to that. but, hey, at least i have the curls, right? that’s something that i can be proud of.”

“i’m back in the neighborhood, yes,” seungcheol confirmed, nodding his head ever so slightly as he spoke. “i’m living in my own apartment now, can you believe it? but of course i remember this place! this store was like... a paradise to me back then. i’m willing to bet that i would have slept here if they’d let me.”

the interruption surprised seungcheol, but he made sure the old man didn’t notice. “huh.” somewhat of an amused chuckle slipped past seungcheol’s lips as he turned his attention back to sana, the amusement evident on his features. “well, would you look at that? we’re blocking the cabbage.” he immediately took to stepping out of the way, hoping that sana would do the same. “should we, i don’t know, sit down somewhere? i guess we are kind of... standing in the middle of an aisle.”

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“you really think so?” coup asked, glancing over his shoulder as he continued to move. “maybe one of us pissed ‘em off, or maybe he’s got us mistaken for someone else.” a short chuckle escaped him. “whatever, i don’t care—i do wish he’d back off, though. i’m not exactly a fan of king kong here.” coup shrugged, switching his focus to the area in front of them as he spoke up once more. “so, what are you suggesting? you wanna ignore him? tell him to piss off? what?”

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There’s a teasing skeptical look that Seulgi throws his way, having to hide an amused smile forming on her lips—and she barely manages to do so, covering it with a playful roll of her eyes. “I mean, out of the ‘ethereal’ factor you would give all these new movie vampires a run for their money, so I guess I can take your word for it.” she plays along, flashing a small smile. “And it’s a good thing I haven’t tried to feed you anything with garlic. Might want to stay out of my kitchen, it’d be a death trap. Or is the whole death-by-garlic thing actually a lie?”

"yeah, the new movie vampires suck, but i guess the same could be said about all of us,” he joked, a subtle grin forming on his lips in response to his own pun. “oh, but that whole death-by-garlic thing is a total myth. you see, garlic?” he leaned in ever so slightly, and when he spoke again his voice was nothing but a whisper. “it actually makes us stronger.” his smile grew ever so slightly, though it remained subtle. “vampires started that myth, actually—not only would it clear our name if someone ever grew suspicious of us, but they’d actually be making us stronger in the process.”

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It was silly how hearing him voice that reassurance was all it took for her nerves to settle. Just hearing his voice was enough. With a bright laugh, she squeezed him tighter around the shoulders before dropping back to the balls of her feet to get a better look at him. She didn’t lower her arms from where they were still wound loosely around his neck, though. She wasn’t sure he wasn’t just going to disappear just yet.

Of course, her smile wavered when he redirected her question back at her. And really, she should have expected that exact response– he still thought that she’d returned to Japan with her aunt right after her family’s memorial service, when in truth her anxiety had forced her to lock herself away in her empty home. She’d been too scared, too ashamed to face Seungcheol who had always been so strong and sure, and so she’d lied to him. She’d lied to him, and by the time that she found the courage to reach out to her friend more than a year later, Seungcheol had disappeared.

“I’ve been back for a while now,” she hedged, hesitating perhaps a moment too long before offering him a shadow of the smile she’d managed earlier. Before she could actually ruin the moment though, she abruptly ruffled his hair. “Just when did you go and get taller than me? And I definitely don’t remember these curls.”

it’s in that moment that seungcheol began to remember the guilt that he felt. sana had gone through so much, yet somehow he had allowed himself to lose contact with her all those years ago. in his mind, no one was to blame but himself. he had good reason for abandoning his old life, that much he didn’t doubt (his sister still meant the world to him), but he can’t help but wonder how things might have worked out had he spared just a small amount of time to focus on the friendships that had meant so much to him.

he’s about to ask ‘you have? for how long?’, but he’s pulled from those thoughts the moment sana began to ruffle his hair, and yet another genuine laugh slipped past his lips. “that’s a very good question. i’m not sure how i ended up so tall, but...” he shrugged, a playful smile on his lips. “it just kind of happened. the curls, though? that’s something a little more recent.”

seungcheol paused, taking a moment to observe the girl, unsure of how someone could change so much yet seem the exact same. "but look at you! when did you go and get so much prettier than me?” another laugh escaped him (today was the most he had laughed in quite some time), and he found himself gently shaking his head. “wow, i... a lot’s changed, huh?”

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It couldn’t be him. Her eyes must be playing tricks on her, because Seungcheol had disappeared from the city years ago. There was no way that she could just casually bump into them at the convenience store– at this convenience store– after all of this time. Maybe her boss was right? Maybe she should lay off of the caffeine and energy drinks. They really were rotting her brain, weren’t they?

And then he said her name, and the basket of groceries clutched in Sana’s hand dropped to the floor beside her feet, forgotten. A wobbly laugh spilled past her lips as she took another hesitant step forward. “It really is you,” she breathed, a slow smile beginning to form the closer her feet carried her.

It was impossible. After so many years, she still knew him anywhere. He was taller now, his shoulders broader and his hair longer than she remembered it, but any doubts she had that the man standing before her was Choi Seungcheol were banished by the sound of that familiar laugh. Without a second thought, she threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged her old friend for all she was worth as soon as he was within reach.

“When did you get back?” she asked, chin hooking over his shoulder as she clung, earlier hesitance forgotten, “Are you staying long?”

for a moment, seungcheol’s fear of having a personal life faded from his memory, and all he could focus on was the happiness and relief he felt from seeing the girl again. it had been too long since their last meeting, far too long, and it went without saying that he had assumed he’d never see her again. “it really is me,” he noted in response, his smile becoming increasingly visible with each passing moment.

before he could fully process what was happening, seungcheol was returning sana’s hug, a warm smile remaining unwavering on his lips. in that moment, he felt an alarming amount of hope, though not even he could tell you why.

at her question, however, seungcheol found himself momentarily confused. “when did i get back?” he repeated in subtle confusion, though he didn’t dare pull away from the hug as he spoke. his words were accompanied by light laughter, as it all seemed a bit strange that she’d be the one to ask the question. “that’s something i should be asking you, don’t you think? but... i’m not going anywhere, don’t you worry.”

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Buying groceries might have been a mundane task for most, but for Sana, it was a small battle to even get herself through the door. She much preferred to order her supplies offline– she’d done so for years, and maybe that was partially to blame for why she found the task so daunting now. However, she made a vow to herself to stop living solely on rice and instant noodles, and so that meant she would have to brave the store once or twice a month to shop.

It helped that her route to and from work took her directly past the convenient store that she’d frequented during her school days. The store was familiar and unchanging, and even if her hands still trembled as she clutched her shopping basket and wandered the aisles, she managed. The store was a tiny piece of her past, maybe one of the only things that hadn’t changed in the years since she lost her family, and sometimes she could almost swear she saw a familiar mop of dark hair peeking over a display shelf or heard the twins’ laughter drifting from the snack aisle.

Today was different.

Today, when Sana reached the produce aisle, she found herself rooted to the spot in surprise. How many years had passed since she last saw him? There was no denying the similarity though, and without conscious thought her feet drew her closer. “Seungcheolie?” she breathed, voice too timid to carry far.

for a moment, seungcheol assumed he’d been hearing things. seungcheolie. no one called him that anymore, other than his sister; and she was miles away, so it was easy to rule her out. was this nothing more than his own imagination running wild? he lowered his gaze to the floor in front of him, swallowing hard as he braced himself for whatever came next.

and when he looked up, he saw her.

it had been years since the last time he’d they’d seen each other, but seungcheol had recognized her in an instant. "sana?” he questioned in a voice full of disbelief, making it clear that he could hardly believe his eyes. the kid inside of him wanted nothing more than to bring the girl into a long-awaited hug, asking if she wanted to sit down somewhere so that he could catch up on everything he missed. but things were different now—he was different now.

that doesn’t stop the corners of his lips from rising into a bright smile as he found himself unable to hide his excitement. “that’s... really you, right? my mind isn’t playing weird tricks on me?” somewhat of an amused laugh sounded from within him, and he prayed that this wasn’t some alarmingly realistic dream.

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as tedious as it may have been for most, seungcheol found that he enjoyed the mundane things in life like shopping for groceries. it gave him a rare sense of normality, as though his life hadn’t been fucked up from top to bottom for the last six or so years (he wasn’t keeping count). it was the same convenience store he’d shopped from all of his life, and every so often he’d catch a glimpse of a memory that happened what felt like a lifetime ago.

searching for nothing in particular, he browsed the aisles, humming to himself as he stopped in front of a few snacks on display. a reminiscent smile formed on his lips as he remembered how magical that one little aisle had seemed all those years ago, and how much joy he had managed to find in the little things in life. even after all of this time, it still managed to put a smile on his face, even if only from the memory. every so often, he found himself wishing that he could return to that time when things had seemed so bright.

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