When you open the door of your room, you immediately smell the abandonment inside. This room, which you haven't been to in 4 years, immediately reminds you of your teenage years.

You drag your suitcase inside and throw yourself on the bed, exhausted. Your eyes immediately scan the surroundings, smiling as you examine the memories that teenage and stupid Y/N left for today's Y/N.

Your walls are still lavender, you loved this color when you were in high school. There is a poster hanging in every corner, it's obvious how much you loved listening to One Direction back then.

Your belongings from your happy times are still in place, you pick up the stuffed cat on your bed and sigh.

Then your eyes drift to the photos hanging in your closet. You slowly get up and look closely at those photos. Of course, they're all with Chan. There are also photos of you with your family, but the vast majority of them are Chan.

So much so that you even hung a photo of him alone on your locker. Stupid, teenage Y/N...

Your mother's voice coming from downstairs in the kitchen takes you out of your memory zone.

"Y/N, honey, can you come help?"