Hometown

Jisung felt a tug in his chest whenever he came back to his hometown. The place reminded him of you. His childhood best friend. The person whom he shared all his secrets with from being scared of the dark and the nightmares it caused him when he was six, to when he had his first wet dream as a teenager.

You both were each other's first kiss too. A sloppy, messy attempt behind the boat shed, so that you wouldn't be the last kids in the year to not have kissed a boy or girl. He later found out most of the kids had been lying about having kissed anyone.

You were each other's date to your graduation dinner, both of your mums fussing and taking photos, giggling about how you would grow up and get married.

Well that didn't happen.

You did have one night of intimacy though, before Jisung moved away for work and you stayed in your small town. Well he thought you'd stayed. The first time he came back, eager to see you and catch up, you weren't there. You'd moved to the city. It wasn't the same without you. He'd always find himself looking out for you everywhere he went. Just in case. The grocery store. The little cafe. The fucking library even.

But you weren't there. You were never there.

This was how it felt for Jisung for four years whenever he returned to his hometown.

And here he was again. For the fifth year in a row. But this time he wasn't just visiting. He was moving back for good to start his own Physiotherapy clinic and to be closer to his family.

The first thing he did was drop his bags off at his parent's house and go for a walk by the lake to stretch his legs from the long drive.

This place still reminded him of you. He missed you. As he walked along the shoreline he let his imagination take hold. In his mind you were walking beside him hand in hand. You'd throw stones into the lake and laugh about life.

He plopped down on a patch of grass and thought about what he always thought about when he was here.

That night you made love.

The softness of your body. The warmth radiating from you when he kissed your skin. The way you tasted when he went down on you. The pretty sounds you'd made as he fucked you slow and deep. He'd felt like he was drowning and he didn't want to be saved. Fuck. He'd even said he loved you.

Jisung ran his hands through his hair. Alright Jisung. You gotta get over her. He told himself.

He walked up to the town center to grab a burger from the town's "famous" burger shop. It was the only burger shop and Jisung was pretty sure it wasn't famous. But the food tasted good. He placed his order, paid with his card, and was about to turn around and take a seat.

That's when he heard it.

"Ji?"

He knew that voice. But no. It couldn't be. Could it?

He slowly turned around. You. Beautiful with a big beaming smile.

"Y/n?" Jisung's heart skipped a beat. "What are doing here? Are you visiting?"

You shook your head, grinning. "No... no. I've moved back here."

"Really? Me to-"

"Mummy Mummy." A little girl about four or five years old ran up and pulled on your hand and looked up at Jisung with big round eyes.

His heart stopped beating.

You bit your lip. "So...This is my daughter, Livi." you said, nervousness creeping into your voice.

Jisung was like he was in a trance, sitting frozen in his seat as he watched you and your daughter across the table. He'd barely touched his burger and coffee, his appetite gone. You had a kid. A million questions ran through his brain simultaneously. The loudest one being, was this his little girl? Followed quickly by, why didn't you tell him?