Seokjin
13 JUNE YEAR 22
After returning from that sea, we were all alone.
As if we had all planned to, we didn’t contact each other. The graffiti left on the street, the brightly lit gas station, and the sounds of the piano heard from the worn out building were the only ways we could guess at each other’s existence. Every time during those moments, the afterimages of that night returned to me like a hallucination. Taehyung’s pupils, that looked like flames were dripping from them, the gazes of those who looked like they just heard something they could not believe fixated on me, Namjoon’s hands that tried to stop Taehyung, the me who could not stand it and threw a punch at Taehyung.
No one was left in the beachside house after trying to look for Taehyung, who had run away. The shattered glass cup, the bloodstain that started to cling, and the crumbs of the crushed snacks were the only things to prove of the incident that happened several hour ago. During that time, a photo had fallen. In that photo with the sea as the background and everyone posing, we were together and laughing.
I passed by the gas station again today as well. One day there will come a time when we will meet again. A day will come when we will laugh just as we did in the photo. A day will come when I will gather the strength to face myself entirely. But right now, it wasn’t that day. Today a damp wind blew, just like that day. The next moment, my phone rang as if it was a warning. The picture I stuck on the rearview mirror shook. Hoseok’s name appeared on the screen.
“Hyung, they said Jungkook had gotten into a car accident that night.”
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