So if you can't understand the story, trolls. I'm really sorry if this one is very confusing.

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Memories
Junhyung | Hyuna

 

 

 

 

"Oh you came." She's greeted by a warm welcome hug from the lady standing by the door. Of course, as polite as she is, she hugged back and gave a thankful smile towards the woman. "We missed you. Your schedules are going pretty hectic. I mean, office works might kill you more." The woman continued.           She lightly tapped her shoulder and clutched tightly on the basket in her hand. With this, the lady noticed it and sent her inside.             The house seemed so familiar for her, mention that she everyday passes by the house. Although it would be a distraction for everyone else around the area, she won't be bothered. She only goes there for a reason.             With no knocks or no mentions of names, she slightly and silently push the door open. Once the door is agape for a more mere purpose, she peeked her head inside, wandering her eyes around the room.             Then, there he is; sitting at the idle chair near the huge windows of the room. There is more than enough sunlight inside the room, making it warmer than the normal. Once he heard footsteps taking over silence, he turned towards the direction and knitted his brows together.             She's the woman again. The still man thought.             She poured over by the side table and placed down the basket she brought. She pulled out fruits that could be said fresh from the market and then brought out a box of fresh milk.             The silence that once filled the room could be nowhere to be found. All he hears is their synchronized breaths together and his hearbeat in his ears.             "Uhmm." She humed off, handing him a glass of fresh milk.               He just wanted to crash that glass off of her weak, fragile hands. He wished to spit something on her that would make her disappointed. He wanted to make her feel tired of everything.               This is really hard for him. To see her everyday. To hear her hyms everyday. To witness those smiles show and fade from her small lips.               This is really tiring. He just want to end it all easily.               But something in him says not to. Something inside him wishes for her to stay that way— forever.               And he minds it, seriously.               He took the glass in his hands and gently brought it to his lips, sipping in the warm milk.                 Now, he's taken over again. A smile suddenly escaped her lips.                 He placed down the glass from his own side table and eyed the lady from head to bottom. He's used of her, like he knew her for real but he keeps on tabbing questions. He mind never fails to register every thought about her that could be questioned.               Once done with her daily routine —pulling off some fresh groceries, handing him a glass of milk, preparing for his breakfast, washing and cleaning up his used utensils and garments, she seated herself on the free space of the couch, just a meter or so away from him.                 He don't feel any unusual feeling at all, just that he merely felt her presence more now than ever. He kept his distance from her, not wanting to brush his skin against her. He moved slightly off from her, scooping more space between them.                 She never put time to