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Kim Taehyung - considered to be the idol of idols in the k-pop industry, the epitome of perfection, the object of envy for many, and the role model for every idol in the Korean music scene. He was the face of k-pop, the soulf...
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Taehyung
Weakly stumbling out of my bedroom, I head over to the living room, expecting to find Yi-Seo on the couch just like yesterday. But when I get there, I notice that she isn’t there. And it also seems like almost half of the day has gone by since the sunlight outside is too bright, almost blinding at this point, and I squint my eyes as I make my way back to my room.
Why didn’t she stay? Or maybe she stayed and left because it’s late already?
Grabbing my phone, I discover that the time is a little past noon, and I suddenly feel hungry, thirsty, sick, and tired—all at the same time. There’s no headache like on other days, and maybe it’s because makgeolli is much friendlier than hard spirits.
Should I meet Yi-Seo and have lunch with her? Where do I find her? I don’t even have her phone number.
Making up my mind that she’d probably be at her home or at the library at this time of the day, I quickly brush my teeth and pick up one bottle of fruit juice for me and one for her, after which I head over to wear my slippers. Just when I pick up my key card from my work table, I notice a bright yellow sticky note that’s flapping on the top of the table.
Snatching it off the table, I read it.
‘ Taehyung-ssi, please love your lungs, liver, and heart because they still seem to love you unconditionally. And trust me, unrequited love is the worst. I hope you have a good day (: ’
It is from Yi-Seo, and the little note brings a smile to my lips as I read it and re-read it once again before I fold it and safely tuck it into my shirt pocket.
Locking the front door, I walk up to her front door while constantly combing my hair with my fingers. I press the doorbell and wait for her to answer the door, but there’s no response even after a few minutes. I try again, but it’s the same, and I don’t waste any more time standing there.
Taking quick steps, I gulp down the fruit juice from one bottle as I reach the library and push through the glass doors, causing the librarian to cast a questioning look at me. Ignoring his strange glance, I scan the small space only to find out that she isn’t here as well.
“Do you need help?” The librarian clears his throat, and my head snaps in his direction; I can sense a faint headache sprouting within my skull already.
“Is Miss Kwon here?” I ask him with a slight hint of worry because her car was right outside her home, and I’m guessing that she hasn’t probably gone out anywhere.
“Yi-Seo? She left an hour ago,” he informs me before going back to burying his nose in the book that he is reading.
“Where did she go?” I ask him again, more firmly this time, my voice raising a little as well.
