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Was It Real? (WIP)

Summary:

Kaito Fujimoto thought he understood control. He knew how to navigate life quietly, carefully, keeping emotions locked away. But when he reconnects with his childhood best friend, Itsuki Takahashi, something inside him begins to unravel. Every glance, every smile, every fleeting gesture becomes a memory he can’t let go of… or can’t trust. As Kaito obsesses over what is real and what is imagined, the line between memory and desire blurs, leading to a moment he may never recover from.

Notes:

My second workk

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Chapter 1: November 3rd

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I opened my eyes to the sun, it's morning again.

Groggily I rubbed my eyes and walked into the kitchen.

There was a box of cereal on the counter, was that there last night? I can’t remember.

Today I need to go grocery shopping, so much work.

I felt the warm sun hitting my arm while I stood there forgetting what I was about to do.

My clothes scratched against me, they didn’t feel this uncomfortable yesterday. I don’t think so at least.

After eating I got dressed and headed to the train station.

I got a coffee on the way, it burned my hand but it didn’t bother me.

As I waited for the train I heard that voice.

His voice.

My coffee felt hotter somehow, my clothes tighter, my hair scratchier.

Then he turned around and locked eyes with me.

“Hey! Kaito!”

Itsuki Takahashi.

I clenched my hand around my coffee, some spilling out the top.

“Hey.”

My heart was racing. He walked up to me.

“오랜만이야!”
(Long time no see!)

What should I say? Why does he remember me?
“Where are you heading?”

His lips curved, just slightly. For me? Or anyone? Did he even notice me noticing?

“I’m getting groceries”

I analyzed him, his appearance seemingly the same.

His sleeve was folded over. Why did he do that?

His shoe..a scuff. Does he not clean them?

His collar was wrinkled. He should iron his shirt better.

I took a step back.

Itsuki looked so happy as he always did, I think.

A train approached, roaring through the station.

“Oh sorry that’s my train, see you later!”

I felt tears welling in my eyes, I hate loud noises, just like I hate December.

“조심해”
(Be careful)

I said my voice shaking as I tried to hide it.

As Itsuki walked away I took my phone out and took a photo of him.

The color of his jacket, the scuff on his shoe, the color of his hair forever ingrained in my head.

I walked home thinking about him. I must’ve smiled. I don’t remember.

Notes:

I suck at writing first person btw so I tried my best.