After we came back from the ocean, we were all alone.
As if we had decided not to, none of us contacted each other. We guessed at each other's existence only by the graffiti we left on the street, the gas station with its light brightly shining, the sound of a piano coming from a decrepit building. Each time, the afterimage of that night came back to me like a ghost. The way that flames seemed to drip from Taehyung's pupils, the gazes that looked at me as if they'd heard a story they couldn't believe, Namjoon's hand outstretched to stop Taehyung, how I threw a punch at taehyung when I couldn't hold it back any longer.
I couldn't find Taehyung after he stormed out, and there was no one left at our lodgings at the beach when I returned. A broken glass cup, bloodstains that had started to coagulate, and some snack crumbs were all that hinted at what had gone on only hours before. In the time between, a picture had fallen. In the picture we'd taken with the ocean as the background, we were all together and laughing.
Today I passed by in front of the gas station. Eventually, the day we'll meet again will come. The day will come that we'll laugh again like we did in that picture. The day will come that I'll have the courage to face myself. But now, still, that isn't today. Today, just like that day, a cold wind blew. And in the next moment, my phone rang like a warning. The picture I'd hung on my room's mirror fluttered. Hoseok's name appeared on the screen.
"Hyung, they said that Jungkook was in a car accident that night."
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