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he lead her to where it all started, the small playground that they used to play in. it was still existing up till now. he smiled at the sight, a pang of nostalgia hit him. he started to tear up but held it in and took a deep breath.

"this is the park you told me about," jia said. "i remember," she smiled. she approached the swing and sat down, hoseok doing the same thing and sat on the swing beside her. she also saw the sandpit that they used to play in.

"i remember that i played with a guy there," she pointed at the sandpit. "but i can't see the face, only the neck and down. why is that?"

"maybe you're refusing to remember," hoseok stated. "i am definitely not, i'm trying so hard to remember," she retorted. "hey, don't force yourself to, your head might hurt again and we don't want that to happen, do we?"

they sat for a while, silence surrounding them. it was noon where the skies were orange. jia smiled, the gentle wind blowing her hair.

"this is nice," hoseok spoke up. "yeah," jia agreed.

they sat for another five minutes in silence until jia started to speak up.

"so this is why i'm so comfortable with you."

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