hyunseung pov---

I should have never returned to that place.

Junhyung had always told me, never return there. It only brings bad memories. You don't need anymore bad memories. I never wanted to believe him. And now, standing here, alone in front of my house of old, I finally realize just how right Junhyung was. I should have listened to him. Silent crunching sounds are heard as I walked across the gravel pavement, my movements taking me to the front door. No one lives here anymore. I know, I've kept an eye on it. The house still seems in perfect working order. I wonder why no one ever bothered buying it up. I know if it didn't hold the memories I never wanted to remember, I would've bought it in a heartbeat. The lonely for sale sign in the front yard has been weathered by time.

Time.

I never used to have much time, did I? I never had enough time more like it. I pressed my hand on the worn-out door, my fingers extending as I inhlaled the familiar scent of it. Pushing the door open proved to be easier than I thought it would of. The old, worn-out door held no resistance to me opening it, creaking loudly. The sunset illuminated the otherwise dark room. Couches sat forgotten in the space that used to be a living room. Stepping inside the room reminded me of how I hated entering this house, the familiar squeaking of my shoes on the worn out floor the only sound except for one. The familiar tick that the clock made whenever a minute passed remained. For some strange reason, that familiar tick made me feel at home.

Home.

Was this ever even really a home? Before, this was always the home I wanted to return to. I wanted to return here to the smiling face of my parents and the gentle embrace of my younger sister. My younger sister is the only one who still dares to talk to me, after it happened. My parents continue to refuse the fact that they were the ones who made me. They say a gay would never be in their family. My feet carry me to the kitchen, and a sad smile finds its way onto my face as I remember all the times I cooked with my umma in here. Her old worn face smiling at me and scolding whenever I'd eat the ingredients before we'd made anything. I peer out the doorway of the kitchen which leads to the dining area. Memories of my father and I playing chess until the wee hours of the morning. I return to the living room, and my feet walk over to the stairs. They creak underneath my weight as I ascend them into the upper hallway. Two ways are available, but my mind and my heart want to go to my room first. The room I spent so much time with him.

Him.

My love. The one I wanted with all my heart. The one I still want with all my heart, a heart that's finally gotten what it desires. He'll probably be looking for me right about now. I shouldn't return to my room, claims my mind. My feet have a different idea though, as they automatically begin to make their way to my room. I slowly open the door, the remaining rays of sunlight the only thing still illuminating the room. My old bookshelf sits forgotten on the left wall of the room, my bed still perfectly made, sitting underneath the window seat. I remember laying in that window seat for hours upon hours, looking outside for him to climb the tree and enter into my window. Waiting for my love. My hand traces the desk, it's surface covered completely by dust. I slowly shut my eyes, letting the memories of this room return. Memories both of happy times and of sad times. Retracting my hand, I sit on the edge of the bed, wondering if he is looking for me yet. He probably is. I told him I was just going to the store, I'd be home before sundown.

Sundown.

It used to only be the only time me and him could meet outside of school. Now I stand outside, not remembering leaving my room or my house. My feet return me to the place we would always meet after school, the only place I ever want to remember about my past. I look up at the tree standing in front of me, tall and strong. It still amazes me how he would climb this almost nightly to see me, neither of our parents knowing about our secret rendezvous. I extended my hand out to touch the base of the tree, my fingers extending across it. I let them trace the heart we'd enscribed the first time we visited this place, J&H inside the heart. I sighed, dropping my hand and turning to leave. He would want me home by now, and I didn't want to keep my love waiting any longer. I began to leave but tripped over an inconsistency on the ground. I groaned as I held my ankle, but the pain immediately subsided as I saw a small mound just a few feet from where I fell. Crawling over to it, I began to dig up at the mound, uncovering a small object. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the item, my fingers dusting the dirt of its cover.

It was a journal.

The title of the book read "Letters to Juliet." But Juliet had been crossed out, and my eyes began to water as I saw my name written under Juliet in his handwriting.

The title of the book was no longer "Letters to Juliet."

It was "Letters to Hyunseung."

a/n: Thank you all so much for reading this foreward~! This fic will be written almost entirely in Junhyung's POV, sometimes Dongwoon's and other times Doojoon's. This fic will be updated mainly on the weekends, and sometimes on weekdays. ^^ Please support it~! I love you all~! <33

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