Summertime in Seoul - The fresh smell of the recently cut dark green grass, the pleasant heat radiating from the sun, the beautiful daffodils growing alongside the pond, and most of all the sound of joy. The ecstasy that is summer.  

The still lake was a mirror and through it Chansung watched his hyungs play tackle football, an American sport Taecyeon taught them, in the grassy main field. Though Chansung was more than happy for the rest of the members of 2pm, obviously they were having the time of their lives, Chansung was pained by a murky fog that covered his mind. A constant flow of uncertainty washed across his mind for the last several months. Not understanding the confusion made him more emotional, and slightly more distant than normal, but Chansung was good at fronting when it came to talking to his hyungs; compromise was key. He through a pebble into the water and watched his hyungs dissipate though the small ripples and waves.