K-pop Imagines

nostalgic daydreams

That summer. I hadn't thought of it in ages until I found myself cleaning the shelves of this place I called home for so many years.

I was picking through my old bookshelf. Looking at old high school binders, then anonymous love letters from the boy behind me in chemistry class, and books that did nothing but occupy a shelf because in a life as eventful as my own, time to read a book was always scarce. And as I cleared the last object on the shelf I noticed a notebook had been shoved between the shelf and the edge of my desk.

Slowly I bent down and grabbed the baby blue booklet. And as I rose a cold gust of December air hit me, catching me off guard, making me drop what was previously in my hand. But as I went back down to get it, I noticed the bent edge of a polaroid. Curious, I pulled it out.

Jennie Kim. She was smiling the smile she saved me. The ones where her eyes were invisible and her gummy smile was on display. And she smiled a lot. But I knew that one was mine.

And then suddenly, the world around me disappeared and I was sucked into a wormhole of memories.

We were seventeen when Jisoo introduced us. It was the summer after junior year and Jisoo told us her cousin from New Zealand was going to stay with her all summer. Naturally she joined me, Jisoo and Chaeyoung with whatever we did. And for the first few weeks it was always us four. And for the rest of the summer we did whatever as long as it was wild and reckless.

But at some point Jennie and I got along more. More than anyone I had ever met. So on the days Chaeng was volunteering and Jisoo had a shift at the cafe it was me and Jennie.

We would ride in my Jeep but she loved to drive so, I almost always let her. And I remember the way she'd always drive with one hand out the window and the other playing with her hair, until it was holding my own hand. Or when we would go into town and go into thrift stores and antique record shops and hold pinkies as we did so. The times we would sit in my backyard and I would hold her ankles while she picked grapes off the neighbors tree. And then the nights. The nights we sat on the beach with stolen grapes and shared headphones, gazing at the crashing waves and night sky. But also the nights where we ditched the girls after movie night. Going to the nearest convince store to talk about our futures, while cheap ramen steamed our faces. But mostly the night we sat on the roof and the sunset reflected the golden sparkles in her eyes and she leaned over and painted her lips on my own.

And then suddenly I was back in my childhood house, my room, gazing at my bookshelf, wishing she had stayed into that school year and that we went on to live our lives together. And then I though of reality. And the only thing I could come up with was that English word I learned recently, "bittersweet".

(inspired by a poem I saw on tumblr)

A/N I hope you liked it.