ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ || c.yj + h.k ✓(ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ ᴏғ "ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs")

Seven; Yeonjun

Where can he go?

What if he gets lost?

What if...

.. What if he is in some danger?

I don't know.

My thoughts went haywire.

But then I heard something.

'Yeonjun....'

The whispery voice said.

My eyes widened.

I don't know if he could hear me too.

'Kai where are you?'

'I am nowhere, Yeonjun.
Please don't look for me.

Why was he talking like that?

'Have you ever wondered how I survived for three years?'

The breaks of the car screeched.

... I am confused.

And afraid.

'I am not real, Yeonjun.
I am just a part of a dream.
That is why you can hear my thoughts.
I didn't survive three years.

..... I died the night my father buried me.'

'NO!'

My head hurts.

So does my heart.

'No...'

'I am sorry.'