Time Traveler

Chapter 11

Seon

I woke up shivering. Did I leave the window open again? I looked towards the window to see it slightly open. "Aghh. How did I forget again? I should've at least putten on some warmer pajamas-" I noticed that I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday and my gaze slowly traveled to my walk-in closet door. How did I get into my bed? Where is Yoongi?

I immediately jumped on my feet and sprinted towards the closet door. "Yoongi are in there?" I almost yelled as I barged into the closet, but it was empty. The stool that I had used yesterday to reach the blankets and pillows was in the corner not in the middle of the room where I had left it, and everything was clean. He was here. I know that. I thought to myself and ran to the bathroom to see if he was there, but he wasn't there either. Everything was in the right place and no stench of vomit.

Confused, thinking that I must have seen it in a dream, I sauntered back to my bed and sat down on it. "He was here, I know he was, but why is everything left untouched? Am I imagining stuff?"

I looked around me one more time to see if anything was out of the ordinary and as I was about to give up I spotted a letter on my bedside table. I jumped towards it so fast that I ended up on the floor before I could even reach the letter. "Aggh," I groaned as I massaged my toe that had hit against the bedside table and then took the paper that was the only proof I had against me being delusional. It was an ordinary white sheet of paper, which was probably stolen from the drawer I kept my school supplies in, and folded into half, "from Yoongi" written on it.

I scoffed at the thought of how formal it was even though we were classmates and opened the folded letter. "Hello, Seo-yeon." I froze as I saw my full name written on it. After my father's death, I had changed my legal name to be Seon, because that's how he called me and that's the name I went by, but how did he know my real name? Had he heard my mother calling me Seo-yeon? "I'm sorry for the trouble I have caused you," I continued reading the letter, "I hope that you will keep this little incident between us, I owe you one. Best wishes, Min Yoongi." He'll owe me something? I smirked at the thought of him owing me something. Maybe I can make him run some errands for me? He didn't say anything about abusing the power I have over him now. But I'm probably not gonna ask him for any favors or other stuff anyway. "At least I knew he was here," I mumbled to myself and crumpled up the letter to throw it in the pin.

The house was silent as I made my way to the kitchen to make myself some tea. Is mother still asleep? I looked at the time as I reached for the peppermint jar, it was 11.11 in the morning, she was usually up at this time. Why isn't she awake already?

It felt peaceful not having her around in the kitchen, telling me that every food will make me fat and no men will love me that way. Like I would care about these pigs anyway. But it was somehow too quiet. Like there was no one but me in the house, but I wouldn't care either way. She has left me alone for months so it's not like I can't live without her. But still, it was scary and even though I hated her, I felt so alone.

My stomach grumbled, since I hadn't eaten since yesterday's morning, so I put down the peppermint jar and slid to the fridge that had a note on its door. "Did Yoongi leave another note to me?" It was a white a5 paper that was folded just like the other letter, but this time there was no name on it. I hesitated before taking the letter down and reading it and regretted it as soon as I read the first lines.

To my dearest daughter,

I wanted to inform you that I have left for the States. I went looking for my true love so I won't be back any time soon, take care of the business for me.

Love,

Hyun Lee

Without even noticing I had crumpled up the letter she had left me. It's not like I care anyway, right? I opened the fridge door to take out some leftover food from yesterday's evening but I stopped right before reaching for the tteokbokki, it's like my mind went blank for a moment. What was I supposed to do? The kettle switch turned off with a click which made me flinch. I looked towards the still bubbling water in the kettle and then towards the peppermint leaves I had taken out of the cabinet to make some tea. "Oh, tea."

I took out the first thing my hand had reached for from the fridge, put it on the table and then went to pour myself some hot water to make tea. My mind was still foggy, but like someone was giving orders to me, I was moving around the kitcher, preparing breakfast for myself.

As I sat and began to eat the food I had prepared for myself I couldn't help but feel weird. I took bite after bite and soon I started choking up on my food but I didn't stop. Heavy flow of tears was pouring down my cheeks making them itchy. My nose was stuffed to the point that I had to stop eating for a moment because I couldn't breathe anymore, and before I even noticed I had collapsed down on the table sobbing silently. "Why do I have to love you? You are less of a mother to me than a complete stranger!" I yelled and pushed the food and tea I had made for myself down on the floor.

I looked at the mess I had made, which made me cry even more and then I spotted the mug I had thrown on the floor. It was the mug my father and I had made together to celebrate fathers day. "No. No, no no, no!" I jumped down on the floor, crushing pieces of broken plates to even smaller pieces and picked up the mug. The handle had broken off and there was a big crack running down right between me and my father on the picture that was printed on the mug. "Oh dad," I wept and picked up the handle that had broken off. "I'm so sorry dad," I bawled as I hugged the mug and its handle. "I'm so sorry."

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