fated

Because, you see, time was a joke for Jisung. For he had lived so many years, so many decades. Time was imperceptible, it was a simple word that held no power in his mind. Something that could be erased, something that could be forced to disappear. And the time that he had spent with Jeonging and Seungmin was so small, so little, so insignificant in his path, but still— still, it would hurt. Because every time, it hurt. He had taught himself to believe that it didn’t— in the end, he had signed up for it himself. He had given his consent, to himself, to believe that there was no other way.And still— and still, deep down, under the layers of the time, of the ticking clock, under the possibilities of a fulfilled life, under the observing and never resting eyes of the universe, deep down it always hurt to leave behind, to push aside, to never look back at those who once had given a little bit of themselves to Jisung. He knew he did not do it on purpose, he did not do it to revive the memories of people who had spent their life with Jisung, he knew Jeongin had no idea of what he had gone through. He knew, and still— and still.