When I See You Again

I'll See You Later

Sweating profusely in the middle of the night, that Team Leader Kim woke up with a jolt followed by a hiss as he pressed the treated wound on his left abdomen.

"Oh, hey, you're awake!"

Still pretty much blinded by the pain, Rok Soo was barely able to look at Dr. Kang, the person who exclaimed as soon as he's conscious.

"—Told you not to... why did you... Monster... Gone..."

Riiinnngg–

The constant ringing in his ear made it harder for that Team Leader Kim to understand what the doctor was saying. It appeared as just some meaningless words flocking together and trying to make a sentence, but it was almost impossible to understand the real meaning.

However, that was not the worst part.

Definitely not since Dr. Kang respected his silent request and quieted himself just with a simple raise of a hand.

No.

The worst part of his current problem was—

'This fucking glitch.'

—Whenever Rok Soo overworked himself to the point of collapsing, he would have this glitchy moment where his mind is simply too muddled and his records just crashed around, disabling him from focusing on anything and would force him to rewatch 'clips' of loose records instead.

Many were unpleasant, many were painful, and he had to witness it all.

And in his state of fuzziness, there's one voice that always managed to stand out like a sore thumb–

And no, it's not Lee Soo Hyuk's infamous "being alive is the best"

No. That's not it.

Instead, it was:

"This isn't a goodbye. This is simply 'see you later'."

He keeps hearing these words whenever he falls asleep while in distress, always haunting him.

To which, the more out of it he was, the clearer he could distinguish the voice as Choi Jung Soo's.

'But Jung Soo never said such a thing.'

If it had been a part of his memory, Rok Soo wouldn't be able to forget about it, even if he tried his utmost best.

However, tracing back his records of the brunet, that transmigator realized that those words were likely to be his own subconscious desire rather than a concrete memory of the past.

Which, as pitiful as it is, that's just pathetic of him.

Was it his guilt trying to strangle him into submission, or was it his regret of being unable to confess his suppressed feelings?

Whichever it was, he wanted to forget... so badly... because this curse of being unable to lose any details from the storage of his memories just suffocated him.

He couldn't breathe, as if someone was slowly wrapping their hands around his thin neck and starting to squeeze, and instead of ending it within a second–

That person would just make him suffer in pain and agony for as long as possible...

That was how bad he felt for this 'blessing' that many were envious of him because of.

Honestly, the pain in his heart whenever this happened made the pain in his abdomen feel closer to a bug bite, a mosquito bite itchiness at most.

It was simply incomparable.