I just sat there and did nothing, just blankly looking down. I don't remember anything other than being stabbed by Park Jimin's cutter knife.
I was struggling to get out of here like that,
Why am I still standing alone in this darkness?
Everything became useless and all the strength drained from my body.
-Why aren't you struggling?
"Even so, the result is the same."
Yeah, I've already struggled enough, I've even begged to be spared, but I can't do it anymore. I can't stand it anymore. I don't have the energy to struggle anymore. I just want to sleep like this.
I laid down gently. Even though the background was pitch black, the floor was quite warm. I should just quietly fall asleep like this. Even now, just... like this...
"...hey!"
"Yoongi!!!!"
Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard Seokjin's voice from somewhere and opened my eyes. It was the voice of the person who had first told me to live, and as that voice called out to me so earnestly, tears flowed down my face and scattered on the floor.
Before I knew it, the teacher who had been a regret in my life had become my true reason to live. I reflexively got up from that spot and desperately searched for a way out through the darkness.
Because I wanted to live, because I wanted to catch that voice that desperately called out to me, because I wanted to live a little longer, I wandered desperately in the darkness.
- Please, live like that.
"Yeah, I'll live, I'll try to live."
At the end of the voice, a beam of light burst out, enveloping me. It was so dazzling that I squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them, I saw a white ceiling, the wafting smell of disinfectant, and a crying Seokjin.
"Yoongi, are you okay?!!"
(Nodding)
I nodded and raised my hand to wipe away the tears in Seokjin's eyes. Even the tears were warm to Seokjin. He was wearing an oxygen mask and had only just woken up so he couldn't speak, but he was very grateful to Seokjin.
The next day, after the respirator was removed, Teacher Seokjin told me that he was so worried that my heart would stop and I would die that he held my hand tightly and called my name. If it weren't for the teacher's voice that I heard in the darkness, I might have died.
"Thank you, teacher."
"Huh? What?
Teacher Seokjin looked at me with a bewildered expression. I just smiled and said it was nothing. The teacher said it was bland and adjusted the ringer.
At that moment, the hospital room door opened and my wife came over in a hurry, linked arms with me, and examined my condition as if checking to see if I was seriously injured.
"Well, it seems okay."
"You're saying that now..!!"
I stopped Seokjin from getting angry and looked at his wife. Then, out of the blue, he forcefully handed me a pen and placed an A4 piece of paper on the table.
What a situation, what I'm saying while banging my head against the A4 paper is really exaggerated.
"Besides, our Jimin wrote a statement saying he doesn't want to be punished."
"....Oh, right, I wasn't your son."
I pressed each character firmly onto the paper, playing with my hands. The eyes of the teacher's wife, who had stopped Seokjin from trying to stop her, shone with relief. What had I been expecting?
As I put down my pen, my wife snatched up the paper in an instant, read the contents, then shredded it in pieces, threw it in the trash can, and slapped me in the face.
"Min Yoongi, how dare you toy with me?!"
"Get out!!! Are you out of your mind?!"
Teacher Seokjin, who could no longer stand it, got angry and kicked his wife out of the hospital room. Even as she was kicked out by Teacher Seokjin's power, his wife did not forget to threaten him until the end, telling him not to hand Park Jimin over to the police.
I am also a son, but how can someone treat me like this, just because I am an ordinary person's son? I feel so ashamed of myself for thinking that someone would at least say a word of concern to me, even though I am also a son.
After kicking out his wife, Teacher Seokjin came over to me without saying anything, looked at my cheek, and hugged me tightly. It felt like he was telling me that I was okay, so I buried my face in his arms without saying anything.
"Okay, it'll be okay now."