Against Time | k.th. ✔

二十五 : wishing for a miracle

What had otherwise felt like an eternity to Yeseul, were mere couples of minutes that she had wrestled her way through whilst persistently being reminded of the grim possibility of Taehyung being hurt beyond cure. As if the thoughts were not occupying enough that another trouble had finally suggested itself to the frenzied girl, ensuring that she had not forgotten that Taehyung did not even belong to her time to begin with. Even though it was not totally irrelevant to consider the complications that might unfold once the general mob got to know about the male, Yeseul desperately wished for some sort of miracle to appear out of nowhere and make all her worries dissipate so that she did not have to confront them in the end.

So much of hopes for someone who was currently struggling to find a hospital.

"Where are all the hospitals of this locality, Goddamn it!" Yeseul spat angrily, gradually discovering that it was indeed her last straw.

And she collapsed, with Taehyung alongside her. The gravity, assuming it to be its own responsibility to help them take a safe free-fall, unexpectedly acted up towards the end— causing them both to land with a loud thud that was accompanied with an equally harrowing, bone-crunching sound. Yeseul had again immersed herself in a seemingly unbridled wailing, turning intentionally unmindful of anyone and everyone who may pass by them in the meantime.

"This place is so cursed— I... I don't know why I keep coming back here. All this place gives me is pain, straight-up pain— never less than that. Am I dumb or what? Why can't I see the signs—"

"Oh my poor eardrums," a faint whisper interrupted Yeseul, simultaneously intriguing her to locate its origin, "why are you mourning like you just lost your entire property in a gambling den and got kicked out of it on top of that?"

It was Taehyung. Well yes, very surprisingly.

Definitely not an exaggeration.

He had settled himself into a sitting posture while massaging the back of his head at the same time, his puckered lips adequately showcasing the genuine curiosity that was brewing within him. However, much to his dismay, Yeseul did not greet him with the answer that he was looking forward to. It was instead a punch on his shoulder that he was to satisfy himself with, when the female beside him came across as uninterested in presenting him with an explanation that would usually follow the attack.

"Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Yeseul whined yet again, hiding her face in Taehyung's chest after launching another set of assault upon him with her bare fists. So, she did speak up at last and dismissed the exceptionally excruciating silence, but the way she had reacted was not something that the man was anticipating.

Yeseul stayed quiet for a while, though occasional sobs indicated that her head was still there. Taehyung was aware of what she was going through, the rant she had just had with herself made much sense to him than it would have to anybody else. He thoroughly knew that feeling when pessimism would engulf him every time an unpleasant event took place. Although his and Yeseul's anguish had a vast ocean between them to split them apart, the resulting feeling was more or less the same.