15
"for a moment."
On the day Yoon-gi came to visit Yeo-ju, Seok-jin finally caught Yoon-gi outside the house and handed him a note on a yellow post-it note. 010-1204-XXXX. Kim Seok-jin. Yoon-gi, with an expression that seemed to have no idea what it meant, stared at Seok-jin intently.
"··· Preparing for any unexpected situation
That's it. It's my number."
"······."
Bang. A container with flowers and a note were left in Yoongi's hands, his legs weakening. "Yeon-ah, what should I do?" Yoongi cried, clutching the container tightly with both hands, his head bowed to his knees, his shoulders shaking.
'Yoongi. If I'm not by your side...
Then you'll meet someone better than me.'
'What are you talking about? I only have you.'
'I'm serious. I love you more than I love myself.
I'm jealous of the woman who gives
Live happily.'
"······."
"It was a dream." Yoon-ki thought blankly, waking up and staring at the ceiling illuminated by white lights. It was definitely what Yeon-ah had said before. It was something she'd said before, when she was happy, before she died. I'd just brushed it off then, but now that I think about it, it seems like Yeon-ah was actually quite sincere.
The small clock was striking ten. How many hours had he slept? Roughly running his hand through his hair, he came out into the living room, where the table was filled with seonji, a dish Yoongi had been ecstatic about. Yoongi sat down, seemingly unfazed by the meal Chris had prepared, and picked up his fork.
'Then is Mr. Yoongi really there?
Are you living off of what you have?'
Ah, why again? It was what she had said to the female protagonist, her eyes sparkling brightly, the day she first revealed herself to him as a vampire. Yoongi's head pounded, and he gulped down a glass of cold water. "I'm really going to forget you now. If I think of you again after coming all the way to America, that's cheating." Yoongi stuffed his mouthful of dried pollack and began chewing it with an exaggerated intensity.
'Come on, Yoongi. These people
Are you going to get hit again? I'm going to get hit by Yoongiwhat
It doesn't matter. You said you loved me.'
"ah."
I miss Yeoju. I miss her so much. Seriously... I think I'll go crazy if I don't see her. With a flood of emotions swirling around him, Yoongi finally put his luggage back into his suitcase and headed out. Inside his small bag was a note from Seokjin. Yoongi saved Seokjin's number on his phone and entered the airport.
"The fastest way to go now
"There is a flight to Korea."
Luckily, he managed to catch the next flight, and after a grueling 13-hour flight, Yoongi immediately called Seokjin to tell him he had arrived in Korea. He said he was truly sorry for having to come back, but he couldn't stand it anymore. Seokjin remained silent.
"··· seokjin kim."
How could Seokjin know something I didn't even know? I didn't even know Yoongi had left the country, and I didn't even know his phone number. So how could Seokjin know all that? I wiped away the tears streaming down my cheeks and immediately called Seokjin.
- Yes, ma'am.
"I don't need anything else,
"Mr. Yoongi, just tell me the top address."
- ······.
"Quickly... You know..."
- ··· My lady.
Seokjin kept his mouth shut, saying nothing. "If you were going to do this, why did you tell me everything? I just found out you'd been in contact with Yoongi before. But you told me everything about him..." Seokjin's voice followed my words. "I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for being this kind of friend." Seokjin was still worried about me. Afraid I'd get hurt again.
- ··· Okay. That's it.
I'll call someone.
With those words, the call abruptly ended. Soon after, I received a text message with the tower's address, and I immediately hailed a taxi to the tower. The taxi fare was quite steep, perhaps because we had traveled quite a distance deep into the forest. And then I arrived at the tower. There used to be plenty of poisonous plants, but not all of them were like this. Now, the thorns had grown so horribly that they were practically crawling over the fence.
This is ridiculous... Still, Yoongi must have cleaned up a bit, as a small path opened up between the overgrown plants. I entered the tower through that path. What if Yoongi isn't in here? A sudden sense of unease washed over me, perhaps because the elevator had already reached the first floor. No, it can't be. Yoongi is definitely in here.
"······."
"······."
As soon as the elevator doors opened, my eyes met Yoongi's. It was the face I'd longed to see just once more every night. That image, the one I'd only seen in my dreams, was right before my eyes. I ran over and hugged Yoongi. I felt a slight tremble in his back, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"··· I was going to go first···."
"······."
"You came first..."
Yoongi spoke with a faint smile, and I burst into tears and hugged him tighter. Why was this embrace, so cold, so warm? I raised my head and studied Yoongi's face closely. Yoongi stroked the small scar on his neck. "I'm sorry." Yoongi bowed his head in apology, and I lifted his head and met his eyes again.
"But Mr. Yoongi, you are so
You know it's selfish...?"
"······."
"How much I missed you
Without even thinking about it... like that
What if you leave?"
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I hurt you.
I'm sorry for everything I did, for making you feel bad."
Yoongi, who had been dead, found himself smiling sweetly. "You're finally smiling. You're pretty." Yoongi finished his words by giving me a brief kiss on the forehead. "Let's not be in pain anymore. Just be happy, Yoongi."
A single withered flower in the garden rose tall again.
Reunion complete (beep)