toxic
@advjieun
Nostalgia is a disgusting feeling. Whatever pleasure that’s gained from remembering, is quickly dissipated once the realization of what was lost hits. Jongin hated it, and himself for being too weak not to succumb to it from time to time. Tonight was one of those times, finding himself at their place. He still mentally referred to it as theirs, when really he became the lone king of the jungle gym, night after night that she didn’t show. Their place was a small playground, consisting only of a slide, some monkey bars, two swings, and a snake tunnel. It was also only guarded by a small wire fence, easily jumped over to get in, and out in case the night watch rolled by.
Whatever was magical about this place in the past was lost, but that didn’t stop the existing hope in Jongin from believing he could find something by being here when he was missing her. Like maybe she left him a note here since she couldn’t reach him, buried under the wood chips, or a secret message written in sharpie under the slide. Jongin had to admit that he had called all the numbers scrawled into structure, getting some questionable ones in the process. Even now he gave the place a look around for that exact thing, finding nothing interesting seemed to be around until he gave a quick peek inside the snake tunnel and saw another dark figure inside.
“Oh, shit sorry” he called after standing up really quickly, feeling awkward to know that he wasn’t alone all this time. He contemplated leaving now, regretting that he even made the journey.