Duality | Monsta X [√]

39 (final pt 1): Everlasting memories

Even when we are distanced
I believe we are together

-find you, monsta x

"That concludes today's activities," Changkyun announced as he scratched on his newly pierced eyebrow, a piece of jewelry already resting there.

Students flocked out of the door. Hungwon sighed and raked a hand through his cherry hair, I still had doubt that he dyed his dark hair one day all of a sudden just because he felt like it.

Jooheon and I had pretty much agreed on the matter that Hyungwon only embraced his pink self because he missed Wonho.

Wonho. While spring washed us over with clear skies, dazzling sun-showers, and blooming warmth, and my favorite, cherry blossoms- I would often think about the merry days I had spent with him. Reminiscing the past while walking down the campus road where cherry petals fell from the branches like snow on a winter evening.

Winter was the last time I had seen him, or them. Which was last year.

Sometimes when I thought about it time felt like it had passed in a blink, before I could apprehend I was a second-year student in human resource and management, I had Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun and Haneul by my side directing the English club.

At the same time, it felt like decades had passed since I had seen Shownu, Kihyun, or Wonho. Despite it being such a long time, more than a year, more than three hundred and sixty-five days, the feelings that I had gotten from them clung to me like a second skin.

I missed Wonho smiling at me, missed Shownu's warmth, and missed Kihyun's hand on mine. I missed everything about them.

"How about we invite my senior for the next English club session?" Changkyun came and sat by my side, snapping me out of my desolating reverie in the meantime. I took in the now empty room, devoid of people save for Jooheon and Hyungwon talking to one of the new recruits called Jungmo outside the club room.

I observed Changkyun's blank eyes staring at mine, his face resting on a hand that was propped on his crossed leg. "So?" He had probably realized I was dreading in the distant memories, again.

"Who's that again?" I tucked in a strand of loose hair behind my ear, squeezing on my hair to tighten my high ponytail next.

"Namjoon hyung, fourth year senior from the English department. I talked about him last time." The dark-haired examined my features for a hint of remembrance, when he didn't see it, he pulled out his phone from his hoodie's pocket and searched through it. A second later he held up a zoomed on photo of a person with blonde hair, a smile on his handsome features, and a pair of deep dimples staring right at me from the screen.

"Handsome," I muttered out, instantly Changkyun gave me a look of betrayal.

"I would've set him up for you but we don't want to date long-term rivals."