13 June YEAR 22
After returning from the sea, we were all alone.
As if we had arranged for it, we did not contact each other. Only through the graffiti left on the street, the brightly lit gas station, and the sound of the piano coming from the shabby building, could we guess each other’s existence. On each occasion, the after-image of that night was revived like a ghost. How flames seemed to drip bit by bit from Taehyung’s eyes. The eyes that looked at me as if hearing an unbelievable story. Namjoon’s hands that stopped Taehyung. Me, who couldn’t stand it and let fists fly towards Taehyung.
I couldn’t find Taehyung after he ran away, and no one was left at the seaside lodging after I returned. A broken drinking glass, blood stains that had started to congeal, and pieces of crumbling snacks were all that was left of what happened a few hours ago. In that interval of time, one picture had fallen. In that photo with the sea as the background, we were together and smiling.
Today too I passed by that gas station. Someday, the day we meet again will come. A day will come where we smile together like in that picture. A day will come where I will have the courage to face myself. But now, it’s not yet time. Today too, like that day, a damp wind blew. In the next moment, as if it were a warning, my phone rang. The photo hung on my mirror shook. Hoseok’s name was on the screen.
“Hyung, they said Jungkook was in a car accident that night.”
The original image is here.