The world's most perfect way to die

2ㅣDark blue diary

The world's most perfect way to die

Trager Warning!

• There is mention of suicide

• We do not filter out profanity. There is not a lot of profanity.

"Who are you, sir?"
"What, what?"

I'm twenty-seven. I can't say I'm young, but I'm also not old enough to be called an old man. But what? An old man?

Yoongi's mouth was gaping open, showing his Adam's apple, as if he had been in considerable shock. Yoongi, unable to answer the barrage of questions that poured out, seemed to be a mixture of curiosity and amazement, as if he knew Yoongi was there.

"Who are you, sir?"
"I'm not an old man."
"Lies, you can tell just by looking at his face that he's an old man?"
"Sir...what did you say?"

No, this is so cheap...

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, as if his head was pounding. The female protagonist, watching him, chuckled, as if she found it amusing. Yoongi's stomach was about to turn.


"Huh... Do you happen to know where the management office is?"
"Why all of a sudden?"
"I have some circumstances."
"Hmm..."

Yoon-ki, who was watching Yeo-ju, who was lost in thought without even realizing that her brows were furrowing, wondered why she was worrying so much about just telling her where to find a management office, and decided to go find it himself.

"Hey, mister!!"
"I'm not an old man"
"Hey, you're an old man."
"I told you I'm not an old man!!!"

Yun-gi raised his voice in anger. It made the calm January air feel like it was frozen solid.

Yeoju, who was watching Yoongi, who was unable to hide his anger and was grumbling, seemed to notice. Are you angry..? No. I'm sorry. It's been a while since I've seen anyone new in this town.. Yoongi, who heard her voice that was so filled with apology that it seemed to overflow, grabbed her throbbing head. "Well, it's okay. I'm sorry for yelling too." Yeoju's face brightened again at these two sentences, and she muttered behind Yoongi.

"Oh, right. You said you were looking for the management office, right? The management office is over there."

He took his small, dirt-covered hand out of his pocket and pointed to the right at the fork in the road.

"Oh, thank you."

"No, what!"

Yoon-gi's heart fluttered at the sight of the female lead smiling brightly. It was fucking awful.

Still, thanks to Yeoju, Yoongi was able to find the management office more easily than expected and barely managed to get into the house, guided by the manager who welcomed him with a kind face. Even though he had just come home and unpacked, it was only 8 o'clock, so Yoongi had a bored expression on his face.

"Is there anything fun..?"

He rummaged through the ivory bag he had brought with him to the countryside along with a carrier. This... doesn't seem fun, and this... doesn't interest me either, he said, pausing for a moment as if his arm was sore and looking into the bag. After a while, he finally said, "Oh, that's still useful," and raised his folded arms again, pulling out a dark blue diary. "My writing utensils... are here," he said, and after taking out his writing utensils, he roughly swept the messy desk and sat down on the chair. But what should I write?

Yoongi, seemingly lost in thought for a long time, frowned again and opened the notebook cover. As soon as he opened it, a sheet of paper densely lined with pure white lines filled his vision. Perhaps displeased by the sight, Yoongi frowned again and turned his pen. It took another considerable time before he finally wrote the first line of the notebook.

The world's most perfect way to die

Sigh, after writing, he finally felt dizzy. "I'm not some kind of otitis media," Yoongi said, letting go of his pen for a moment. But he decided to give it a try anyway, and picked up the pen again.

Yes, my heart feels heavy as I finally write the word "death." But I pick up my pen, to please, to end this miserable life.

Square, square. Yoongi, who had been anxiously holding his pen, finally wrote the first words in his notebook. But then, as if remembering something, Yoongi, who was wondering what else to write, opened his eyes wide and picked up his pen again. "Should I write a bucket list?"

First of all, I'm going to write down what I wanted to do before I die. First,To be honest, I wanted to write a will. To prove that I didn't just die impulsively from panic disorder and depression.

Second, I want to go to an amusement park. Without my mask and sunglasses. Just like a passerby.

Third, I want to ride my bike all day, passing through green rice fields.

Yoongi, who had already written for the third time, blinked his eyelids as if he was becoming drowsy. He looked at the clock and saw that the hour hand was pointing to eleven. It was natural that he was sleepy. Yoongi, who was debating whether to write a little more or not, soon put down his pen and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyelids, thinking, "How long has it been since I've been in bed?"

I have to go buy paper tomorrow.

Yoongi opened his eyes to the sound of birds chirping and pretended to open his half-closed eyes as he changed his clothes. “Well, I should wear a hoodie since it’s right in front of me,” he said, putting on a gray hoodie and sweatpants. He walked with a limp, putting on his shoes and saying, “I’ll be back later,” before even bothering to say hello to the empty house before he left. Since the house his manager had shown him was a two-story building, he finally looked up after going down the stairs, which he hated the most, as if it were bothersome. “Oh, bothersome,” he muttered quietly so no one could hear and yawned. Then, just as he was about to move on, Yoongi froze in place, unable to decide what to do.

"Huh? You live here?!"

Why is that rude woman I met yesterday in front of my house?