At Blue Hour, I Fall In Love [BEOMJUN] ✓

seventeen

Soon, the season would change from summer to autumn. Autumn, the season when Minah noona died.

I often remembered noona during this season. And so, as autumn approached every year, I became more melancholic. This year in particular was the worst. I kind of disliked that I myself was going through the autumn of my senior year of high school, the period of time my sister had last lived.

Two weeks had passed since I completely stopped seeing Beomgyu, and the school festival was coming up the next day.

Even the students who hadn’t normally been participating in practice for the play were participating now that the performance was a day away. There was the aspect of acting as a character, and wanting to take part in such a youth-like event was probably a part of human nature as well. Everyone was fairly busy, but relatively little work had been allocated to us members of the main cast, so we were actually quite free. I didn’t really feel like offering to help, either.

“At last, it’s tomorrow, huh,” said Taehyun.

I was leaning against the teacher’s lectern, and Taehyun tossed ma a can of fizzy drink that he seemed to have purchased from the vending machine on the first floor.

“Yeonjun, why are you playing Juliet?” It was only now that Taehyun asked this obvious question.

“Well… Actually, Beomgyu wanted to play Juliet,” I said.

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Beomgyu always tells me to do the ‘things he wants to do before he dies’ in his place, and then tell him about them.”

“So tomorrow, should I pretend that you’re Choi Beomgyu while I’m acting?”

“How tragic.”

The drink fizzed inside my mouth.

“Two more months, right?” Taehyun said, in a tone that sounded like he expected me to already know.

I looked at his face in surprise. “Did Beomgyu say that?”

I remembered that Beomgyu had been told how long he had to live at the beginning of summer vacation. At the time, I had been too scared to ask him exactly how long it was.

“Yeah, when I went to her hospital room with her. You didn’t know, Taehyun?”

It was a shock to me. It was a shock that Taehyun knew when I didn’t, but the figure of ‘two months’ was a blow to me as well. I felt like I’d been thrust into a pool of cold water.

“Hey, Yeonjun. Why do beautiful people have to die while a piece of shit like me lives? That’s crazy, right? Don’t you think so?” Taehyun said.

I wondered who he was talking about. Was it Beomgyu, his older brother, or both? I wanted to ask, but I felt like I didn’t need to, so I stayed silent.

I tried to think of something else to say instead.

“I was rejected, too. By Beomgyu.” I finally told Taehyun that.

But Taehyun didn’t look surprised at all. “Someone who’s always by my side, but whom I can never touch.”

“Huh?”

“That’s what Choi Beomgyu said about the guy he likes.”

It was my first time hearing this.

“He said that his self?” I asked.

“That’s right. So, he’s probably talking about you.”

“No, that’s not right. Beomgyu and I cut ties the other day, and I don’t see him anymore.”