LIMERENCE. / KTH

eighteenth thought

i run.

i go to your house,

but no one's home.

all the lights are turned off,

and i try and pull on the door knob,

but i can't open it.

i run to the nearest hospital,

entering the building in an urgent state.

"is there anyone with the name 'kim taehyung'

that has been checked in within the past hour?"

i say in between heavy breaths,

and the person behind the counter shakes her head,

making me sigh.

"but, there has been someone named 'kim kyungha'

checked in an half an hour ago,

and i believe she is his mother.

was he a blonde-haired boy?"

i nod my head violently,

and horror rushes through my head.

"what happened to mrs. kim?" i ask.

"the son checked her in, and told me

that she suffered from a major head injury.

the only details i have as of right now is that

she was crossing the street,

and a reckless driver crashed into her.

you cannot visit her as of right now,

because she went into immediate surgery."

i thank the woman,

and dart out the building.

i dial your number on my phone,

and i try calling you several times,

but you don't pick up.

i scream in frustration.

i slide down in a sitting position

near the elevators,

as terrified spectators watch me.

i throw my phone across the wall,

but it doesn't break into pieces

as i had hoped.

"...areum?"

with red and swollen eyes,

i try to look up and identify the face.

"it's me, seohee."

"s-s-seohee?"

her face has aged well,

and she has now been formed into a pretty young woman.

"i-i haven't seen you in so long," she stammers,

and helps me get back on my feet.

"are you okay?" she asks.

i wanted this to be a time where

i asked her questions high school acquaintances

asked each other during a reunion,

but i couldn't.

seohee is wearing a nurse uniform,

and she is holding a clipboard,

with a pencil stuck to her hair.

"i'm looking for taehyung."

her eyes change.

"i just saw him here,

but i think he must've went somewhere else."

i sigh.

"what is he doing?" a deep voice shouts

and the both us turn and look towards

a man who is with a visitor,

pointing towards the security screens.

you are on the rooftop,

crying,

calling for help.