Withered || Jung Hoesok ✔

𝐒𝐈𝐗

❝  당신 | YOU ❞

Every evening you would come to the cafe I
worked at.

You would sit there with a cup of espresso or hot chocolate in your hands, waiting for me  to finish my shift.

You would catch up with me in between my small breaks, reciting some childish jokes. And I would laugh at them while holding my stomach.

We would walk home together.

We would hang out together at the weekends, or have a simple movie dates at my apartment.

You would tell me about your love for sprite after being drunk with soju.

You would sometimes show me your dance and I would always watch you in amazement, with my mouth agape.

Dancing was something that helped me to escape from my all the problems for several years, until I was diagnosed with ventricular septal defect .

At that time dance meant the world to me, it was the last string that kept me sane but I had to stop just because of a mere hole in my heart.

Tsk! How pitiful, right?

I was miserable.

But I never imagined my heart would found solace in watching someone dance.

Nonetheless, you and your dance were a great comfort to me.