return– scm.
Jongin came from a small town, a tourist trap during the peak summer months, relied heavily on the fishing industry. There wasn't a huge population there, and he spent most of his summers lifeguarding at the strip of beach where the tourists lingered, took pictures to commemorate their summer flings and “off the grid” adventure. It had been an alright gig, got Jongin some money, got to check out Seoul girls in their tiny bikinis, who apparently found his satoori endearing, and he'd been more than willing to play it up for the attention.
It was gone now though of course, his familiar town, the summer job, the scattering of people that were fading gradually from the backdrop of his life. Replaced with faces he wasn't sure he was all that fond of. One stuck out in particular though, and it was because he blurred the lines between these two divisions in a way that he didn't remember concretely, like Jongdae. He saw him around here or there in the halls, eventually managed to puzzle together why he looked so familiar. He had been a tourist at one point, and Jongin vaguely remembered dragging him out of the water, eventually having a conversation about the best spots in Seoul to visit if Jongin ever went there. Jongin had been what, maybe seventeen? He couldn't remember entirely, but he hadn't know the guy was a mutant either.
He wasn't entirely sure if he was even going to bring it up, if the guy remembered him too, if it even mattered that much in the long run. Jongin was generally fine to coast through his life unless something caught his interest, and he probably would have done just that if Changmin hadn't settled down on a bench across from Jongin outside of the school. Jongin tugged his eyes away from the paperback book he had nearly bent in half to glance over him, curious to see if recognition slipped into place. "It was, uh...Changmin, right?" Jongin asked him after a pause, when the other looked up at him. "I think I saved your ass once. Either that or your doppelganger." he half teased, thumb skimming the pages of his book as he shifted in place on the bench. "Lifeguard." he tacked on, to help prompt the potential memory.