Or the chimes of the clock on the wall that ring in his ears. So does the sunshine that hits his leg from the gap of the curtains.
Someone may as well throw a bucket of ice cold water over Seokjin’s head. The hospital called Taekwoon because Jaehwan saved his contact as his emergency number. “ I heard he was overworked and had crossed the street on his way to work. ” Hakyeon’s usually honeyed voice sounds strained in his throat. “I…,” Seokjin exhales after a while, “I know you won’t joke about something like this.” He didn’t suspect Hakyeon would bring news about the last thing he could think of.
Cha Hakyeon, a dear senior of his from art school, had messaged him asking if he could call him whenever he’s free, and Seokjin foolishly said he was free for the next two hours.
All he can think about is how he wishes he didn’t wake up earlier than usual. He falls onto the sofa seat just behind him. It rings repeatedly in Seokjin’s head like a broken record, each replay turns uglier that Seokjin wishes there’s a pause button for his brain.
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