𝙃𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣.

New Year. The chimes strike, everyone clinks glasses, happy smiles, whistles and congratulations. Hyunjin smiles with the corner of his lips, standing on the balcony and watching the fireworks. It's no longer funny to him that someone climbed somewhere where no one else can, he doesn't look forward to the holidays so much and doesn't believe in miracles. He's grown up. In a month he will already be 20.
you went out to his balcony, shivering from the cold, stood next to him, you are old friends, you have been in touch since childhood and you, like no one else, have seen how he grew up.
I don’t want to grow up so much...
Hyunjin says with a sigh, leaning his elbows on the balcony railing, fireworks and a drop of sadness are reflected in his pupils
I remember, with our hands clasped behind our backs, we were accepted at the subway station... we were 16
he chuckled at the memory and looked at you
Yeah, it was an awesome year