— Frozen In Time
( — @247bitna )
Traipsing around this insalubrious building after all the years was one thing he hadn’t expected to ever happen, but ambling around Cheongnam High again with Ashley right beside him was a whole another contingency his remaining rationality wouldn’t even let him consider. It was oneiric, yet he couldn’t 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 he’s been straining to leave behind for good, isn’t necessarily boosting his serotonin. But one look to the side, an uplifting reminder he isn’t the only person dealing with predicaments in here is what puts him at ease.
High school might’ve 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... It’s still vivid, more than he wants to admit.
“Holy...” 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 ‘you can’t sit with us’ vibe; that scene has engraved itself notably durably onto his memory. “Remember those lunch breaks? I swear, nobody ever focused on their food. It was a jungle.” He gifts Ashley with a feeble nudge and chortles under his breath at the clear recollection.
