Most people would be considered insane when admitting that high school was the best time of their lives, or sad. Perhaps he was both since high school was indeed the best part of his life so far, it wasn’t that his mind displaced the memories of hours of studying and hard work and the nerve-wrecking exams and the grief at the times when a student tried to kill him or herself. If you thought those things away his life would have been considered perfect. He would have been considered perfect. He was both the ideal friend, lover- even the ideal son in law. He was handsome, religious, athletic and got excellent marks for his exams. The brightest future of them all. But it was taken from him, six years ago exactly 3 days from now.
But he didn’t miss it as much. Moving to Seoul definitely was the right decision. Living on his own is still a little difficult since he didn’t have such opportunity before; he was the precious child of his parents and he had a brain injury which according to them meant they had to spend as much time as they could looking out for him: bullshit. But there were days when he longed for the things of his past, his friends who all kind of separated after graduating, his former girlfriend, his faith in god but mostly the person he used to be.
He heard someone call out his name and thought he had gone insane, he hadn’t met much people yet and this definitely wasn’t the voice of one of the plagues he had to deal with at home; yet it sounded vaguely familiar and for a moment made him believe his mind was playing tricks on him; were delusions one of the 8394 possibly side effects for the medicine he was trying out.
But then he heard it again, louder, and turned around looking straight into the eyes of Yunho. He aged of course, should be nearing his thirties, but he definitely looked similar to how he looked before. “Yunho.” He uttered, blinking in disbelief before turning around and moving over to the male (not running but surely not walking either). “Yunho.” He repeated, this time audible for the other to hear. “Hyung. What are you doing here?”
The crowd continued to move even as Yunho paused for a moment, his lips curving into a pleased grin at the recognition etched over the other's face. It was who he had thought it had been- an old, familiar face in a throng of strangers. Who would have thought he'd find the other in a bustling city hours from the place where they had grown up. Tucking his crutches beneath his shoulders, he swung his body forward to meet Jaerim on the sidewalk.
For a moment, there was no words in his mouth, an odd sort of shyness to the greeting. He hadn't exactly left home leaving contacts for anyone to track his whereabouts. Joining the military had been a fresh start and he certainly had not expected to see anyone from his past here in Seoul. "I'm stationed in Incheon," he found himself explaining, shifting his weight and slipping both crutches beneath one arm to lean against as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"You look... the same. In a good way," he chuckled with a friendly inclination of his head. He had briefly looked the other over and been reminded of the younger, fresh faced and sharp tongued friend he had messed around with in the school halls. It was true, Jaerim still looked like Jaerim. At least to him anyways. Sure he had grown and his features had become more defined, like his own had through the years, but he had still recognized him from halfway down the block.
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