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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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Yi-Seo
I have been waiting beside Se-Young’s bed for almost thirty minutes now, hoping that his sedatives would clear up and awaken him.
The envelope addressed to him, which contains the court document, was picked up by me from the matron’s room before I came here, and I’m blankly staring at it lying on the nightstand.
It seems almost too inconsiderate and selfish of me to visit him so frequently these days because of Taehyung’s case and its related issues. I hate to be this person to him, but as bitter as it may seem, the priority right now is getting him to respond to the court’s complaint on time and thereby aiding in finalizing a date for the first court hearing.
As I’m lost in my thoughts, Se-Young stirs in his bed and drags my attention back to him. He squints open his eyes and scrambles to sit up in bed with some help from me.
“Yi-Seo, what a surprise you’re here. What can I do for you?” He questions groggily as he accommodates himself into a more comfortable seating position against the headboard of his metal bed.
He already knows that I’m visiting him with some motive, and it feels like a pinprick in my chest. Things were really much simpler in the past. But again, was everything really simple back then? Between him and I, maybe, yes. God! Why do things have to be so messed up?
I can lie now and tell him that I dropped by just to check on him, but when I eventually tell him about the court document, that would be like popping his short-lived bubble of hope and bruising him badly. I don’t want to raise his hope for no reason, even if it means that I come across as a thoughtless freak.
“Uhm, yeah,” I drag and swallow uncomfortably. “Taehyung has filed a case, and the court has sent you a complaint demanding your reply on the issue,” I pick up the envelope from the nightstand and hand it over to him.
With listless eyes, Se-Young takes the envelope from my hands and opens it carefully. I wait patiently while he wears his reading glasses and prudently reads through every word of the document before he pushes out a strained breath.
“I will respond to this right away. But do I need an attorney to do it for me? I mean,” he pauses to cough a few times, after which his whole face turns red. For a moment, it looked like his lungs had exploded within his chest. “No attorney would want to represent a losing party. So should I simply present myself in court without a defending lawyer? Is that allowed?” He questions me, appearing nearly drained of all his energy even when he has just woken up a few minutes ago.
His condition worries me because he seems paler than before, and I feel his disease is accelerating much quicker than expected. As the attorney told us earlier, Se-Young must absolutely be in his best health or at least in a fairly reasonable health condition that allows him to appear in court and give a conscious statement. But seeing him now makes a new concern sprout within my mind if he would be in a sound state to be able to make it to the day of hearing.
