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jungwoo // swim

'Swim (M)'

Original author: neopuppy or tumblr

Preview: "You haven't seen Jungwoo since before he left, right?" Sungchan inquires, turning to face you.

"Ah..." you begin to nod. Chest tightening, recalling the vivid memory. Sneaking out late the night before Jungwoo would depart to study abroad. "I never seem to be around when he's come home for a visit."

Sungchan grins, nudging his elbow into yours.
"It's almost like you're purposely avoiding him."

You let out a laugh, pushing the lump in your throat away with a heavy swallow. Avoiding Jungwoo? After confessing a crush you'd compressed for years? The confession he thanked you for before saying goodbye? The cringe worthy memory that constantly replayed in your mind for two years? You weren't simply avoiding Jungwoo.

You were dead set to forget his existence.

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"Ooh! Banana kick!!" Sungchan rushes toward the kitchen table ready to abolish a bag of his favorite snacks. Tossing a few pieces of candy near you as you take a seat. "Choco Milkis, you love those don't you?"

"Don't eat those. I bought those for your brother." Sungchan's mom smacks his grubby hands away from a basket of treats. A mixture of candy, snacks, flavored milks.

"I can't have just one?!" He talks back, earning a light hit to his shoulder.

"You know he barely gets to come home. The foods are different in America. All he whines about when he calls is how much he craves fresh Maeuntang." She sets down a bag overflowing with groceries, smiling ear to ear. "Mom's cooking is the best, so he says."

"It's true. He's crazy for studying abroad. I won't even bother applying to Uni over 20 minutes away." Sungchan smirks. Batting his eyelashes for some favoritism.

His mom stares down with a knowing grin, reaching for a pack of sweets to toss his way.

"These charming boys l've raised so well." She coos, scrunching up her nose. The upper half of her face resembles the older of her sons more so.
Reminiscent traces in her sharp eyes and high cheeks.

"You haven't seen Jungwoo since before he left, right?" Sungchan inquires, turning to face you.

"Ah.." you begin to nod. Chest tightening, recalling the vivid memory. Sneaking out late the night before Jungwoo would depart to study abroad. "I never seem to be around when he's come home for a visit."
Sungchan grins, nudging his elbow into yours. "It's almost like you're purposely avoiding him."

You let out a laugh, pushing the lump in your throat away with a heavy swallow. Avoiding Jungwoo? After confessing a crush you'd compressed for years?

The confession he thanked you for before saying goodbye? The cringe worthy memory that constantly replayed in your mind for two years? You weren't simply avoiding Jungwoo. You were dead set to forget his existence.

"Ohh, you're going to be so surprised when you see him!" Sungchan's mom interrupts full of excitement.
The few times Jungwoo has a chance to visit clearly brings her immense joy. "He's always changing his hair color. Surfing on those California beaches every weekend. He's grown so much, I hardly recognize him as my little baby anymore."

"Wow, surfing?" You feign astonishment. Carrying on an act that you could care less about Jungwoo.

No, you did not have his Instagram post notifications turned on. No, you weren't grateful his page was public so you could watch his story updates from some burner account. "I didn't even know he could swim.