Jiyong was in front of the room. The room that he locked up since he left.

He unlocked the door, twisting the knob carefully, pushing the door. It made a disdainful creak.

He cringed at the noise but stepped in. He looked around, the bed was still unmade. Everything as it was since that day. The wind was blowing, rustling the drapes.

He stepped by the table, picking up the forgotten letters and old photos.

Memories filling his head.

His deep laugh, his careless touch. 

Feelings coursing through his body.

Aching pain, bitter love.

A tear slipped out and fell onto a letter.

"Seunghyun, where are you?"

A/N: okay I was doing an edit for gtop on tumblr then poof a little story popped in my head.

I keep making stories i'll never finish OTL

I will try to update this.