Chapter 2: Chapter 1: A Rough Start
It was around the early month of June. Jin was seated comfortably in the backseat of a car and the atmosphere around him was surprisingly dead quiet.
He can perfectly hear himself breathing through his nose and the engines rumbling beneath him. With his eyes tightly shut closed, he pictured numerous quaint imagery inside his head as the car continued driving straight without interruption.
The painted scenarios inside his head were as futile as how he thought of the car's four wedged wheels running over the crusty road and inevitably listened to the sound of dust and dirt against the dark tires.
He can also hear the harsh bewailing breeze rushing towards the opposite direction from theirs, brushing against all sides of the car, and he listened to its conflicting pleads like it was whispering something to him.
For some reason, he felt uneasy on his seat, but he kept his tired eyes closed and clutched unto the soft object between his arms, tightly.
What is it? What is he holding?
It was hard balancing himself in his seat with his pitch-black vision and hands unavailable to support his body from swaying in every direction. But before he could even think of avoiding accidents, his head bumped onto something hard beside him, causing Jin to flinch at the pain on the side of his head, but he did not make a sound as he was not alone in the car.
Who was he with?
He just . . . can't seem to remember.
No matter how deep he brainstorms for information. It was all in a blur.
Confusing even.
He wants to open his eyes and see where they are, where they are heading to, and see the person he's with, but his eyes seem to be too tired to cooperate.
All he could see was darkness, nothing more special than the art of nothingness.
Unexpectedly, the car suddenly turned, causing the wheels to screech against the road. The sound of it was gruesome as it rang to his ears and because of the abrupt shortcomings, his body had leaned towards the other side while his head feels nauseous of the car's sudden movement and quick speed.
It was at the last minute he realized the wind was warning him of a great tragedy before he could even see it coming.
He should have paid more attention to his surroundings.
In a blink of an eye, his tiny body slumps across the backseat, and at this very moment, a word naturally came out from his lips as his body slams against the cushioned seat.
"Dad."
As he opens his eyes, two strong lights welcome and flash right before him, blocking his sight to see the person in the driver's seat and before he could even glance at the person's disoriented figure, a loud horn of a truck followed.
"Ji—"
*CRASH!*
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Jin yelped, bullets of sweat rolled down from his forehead as his petite body jumped out of bed, horrified.
His skin was moist and he felt cold. He paled more as he was in a state of shock for how many seconds, too stunned to even utter a cry.
His beautiful amethyst pupils were unfocused and it took him a moment to notice the wetness at the corners of his eyes and his feverish flushed cheeks. His heart wavered by the unknown and intense sense of fear he perceived.
At that moment, Jin felt his heart was about to burst out inside his chest. He could hear and feel it thumping emphatically inside him. His body was shaking nonstop, dainty shoulders pitifully trembling and thin fingers anxiously quivering. His stomach, too, was not in its best condition.
He felt uncomfortable and uneasy.
It was yet again another dream of his that replayed inside his head for the past ten years . . . and it felt more like a memory than a dream.
His wide antsy eyes survey the environment around him despite feeling his head was about to tear in half.
The school clinic.
His tensed shoulder relaxes.
Low murmurs had already filled up the room with the sound of faint mixed-up conversations and other unnecessary noises from the students who pass by the corridor as their laughs echoed throughout every secluded corner on the campus. Jin breathes deeply, relieved. He was not alone in the room. There were students with him inside the clinic along with their school nurse.
It was not quite like he feared it would be when he wakes. Noiseless and empty.
That alone put him to ease.
He glances at the clock hanging up on the white wall just above the water dispenser in the corner.
Two in the afternoon.
His eyes then shift down at his hands that are unconsciously clutching and crumpling the sheets beside him. Slowly, he loosens his grip, but his fingers couldn't calm themselves from trembling.
Again with that nightmare.
Is this perhaps his consequence of watching countless horror and thriller movies lately?
Though he doesn't understand why it felt surreal and as he said, it would be more believable if it was a memory of his than a mere dream, but if you ask him, it honestly seems like a scenario that came out fresh from a television drama. He must have watched it somewhere and that little forgotten memory of his had now taunted him.
The young fellow ridiculously shook his head from side to side in hopes to clear up his head as he attempts not to think about it for another minute. He must not put pressure on it as his head has been throbbing a lot lately every time he does.
Yes, maybe his judgment was right.
He must have watched it somewhere that shaken him to be this terrified about it.
If anyone were to find out that he's been afraid of something so irrelevant in his life, they would surely laugh at him for acting like a child.
But he does find it rather strange. It's always the same scenario repeatedly playing on his sleep. Everything from the start until the end, not more and not less, his dream exactly starts and ends where it used to, and he would always find himself in tears every time he opens his eyes.
Then, he would feel a tiny lingering emotion within him that he would try to brush off as not knowing the reason why he felt a deep longing for someone.
Like something part of him was missing and he couldn't find the missing pages because he was clueless about what it is to begin with.
"Oh, you're finally awake," their school nurse, Euna Do, walks towards him and stops midway between the bed he's occupying at the next one beside his, leaving some distance between them after observing his intense sweating and trembling.
The tears that he wiped off his face with the sheets didn't escape her line of sight. Her hands were on her waist and she had worn an unsightly expression on her face.
Right there, Jin prepared his ears for her naggings.
"Tell me young Saesang, do you miss me that much for you to come to the clinic again? Or do you plan on making this place your sleep reliever? What have you youngsters been doing nowadays for you to not get an adequate amount of sleep?"
Euna sat and took up a little space on the young fellow's bed. Her warm hand touched and taps his forehead and neck as if she was checking something whilst wearing her glaring pouted lips in annoyance and it made Jin control his laughter.
If he does laugh recklessly, who knows what she would do to him.
"Seriously, you need to take care of your body. You're young, at this age, you should be enjoying life not sulking here in my clinic! But it's good that your fever has dropped, but to be honest Jin-ah~ You're a pretty boy, but you're just not my type."
And so, Ms. Euna's blabbering of the day continues.
Jin could only look at her and smile at her so-called flattering health advice speech she was currently giving him.
It just never gets old.
Well, Jin can't blame Ms. Euna, she's after all a campus bell during her college days and she had taken care of herself to maintain her physique and beauty throughout the years. It's not shocking anymore how many students would visit or sneak into her clinic and act as being in pain just to see her.
But to Jin, Ms. Euna was like his second mother and a friend to rely on.
How could they not be this close when he's been her everyday patient for the past years.
But he was thankful to her because despite her rants, in the next day, she would always warmly welcome him in her clinic and let him rest when he has no class scheduled in the afternoon.
He sighs, why does his PE class have to be scheduled on Tuesdays?
He didn't have much sleep yesterday, no, it was more like he couldn't at some point.
He wasn't paying attention, but now that his head is a bit clearer. How did he end up here in the clinic again?
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