And every time he closed his eyes, they were kids again.
It had been a constant reminder of the days when they were innocent, wide-eyed and childlike, an age in which they would look at the world with curious stares and bright smiles, a time he had missed dearly despite not wanting to remember.
His once high spirits had been crushed, leaving behind chaotic remains of distant memories and good times which his mind couldn't help but visualize every time he would merely blink; and his wandering thoughts would always, without fail, would drift away and ponder what would life would be like had they not grown up, if they hadn't lingered a bit too far away from each other and lost one another forever, if things were simple, like how their childhoods were; he could only wonder.
And he couldn't just forget, it wasn't as simple as that. He couldn't let go, because he acknowledged the way his heart used to flutter in his chest every time the older boy would smile at him, or the undeniable red tint that would rise on his cheeks every time the other would hold his hand - and, even then, …show more content…
Wonwoo wished he had cherished their moments together to such a greater extent as they happened, as he was struggling to place their shattered, distant bits together in the nearby present.
"Look who's winning now?" A smirk replaced Wonwoo's smile, and his fingers slowly trailed down to Junhui's hips, watching the older boy squirm underneath him as he tortured the other - Junhui had always been incredibly ticklish, and the easiest way to win against him was to pin him down and tickle him. Within seconds, Wonwoo had the other bursting with laughter and half-hearted pleads to stop, pushing against the younger's hands and failing because Wonwoo had always been stronger than
It had been a constant reminder of the days when they were innocent, wide-eyed and childlike, an age in which they would look at the world with curious stares and bright smiles, a time he had missed dearly despite not wanting to remember.
His once high spirits had been crushed, leaving behind chaotic remains of distant memories and good times which his mind couldn't help but visualize every time he would merely blink; and his wandering thoughts would always, without fail, would drift away and ponder what would life would be like had they not grown up, if they hadn't lingered a bit too far away from each other and lost one another forever, if things were simple, like how their childhoods were; he could only wonder.
And he couldn't just forget, it wasn't as simple as that. He couldn't let go, because he acknowledged the way his heart used to flutter in his chest every time the older boy would smile at him, or the undeniable red tint that would rise on his cheeks every time the other would hold his hand - and, even then, …show more content…
Wonwoo wished he had cherished their moments together to such a greater extent as they happened, as he was struggling to place their shattered, distant bits together in the nearby present.
"Look who's winning now?" A smirk replaced Wonwoo's smile, and his fingers slowly trailed down to Junhui's hips, watching the older boy squirm underneath him as he tortured the other - Junhui had always been incredibly ticklish, and the easiest way to win against him was to pin him down and tickle him. Within seconds, Wonwoo had the other bursting with laughter and half-hearted pleads to stop, pushing against the younger's hands and failing because Wonwoo had always been stronger than