Time Of Death [Yungi]

004

79 DAYS

"How much is it a month?" I asked, feeling so out of breath but doing absolutely nothing to earn that. 

"700." The landlord said with a smile. 

I looked around the room that I just knew was bed bugs and cockroach infested. This was the cheapest place I could find and I still didn't have enough money. 

I nodded, "I'll think about it and call you, okay?" 

Which was a boldface lie. I wouldn't think about it. There was nothing to think about. 

I left the building, wheezing once I made it to the bottom of the flight of stairs. It was just too much. It was too much how I was always on the verge of passing out. How I always wanted to vomit my guts up. 

I didn't like how close I was getting to dying. 

Whenever I imagined it before, it was quick and easy. It didn't matter how. Drowning, gun, knife, pills, hanging. 

Anything that could end it quickly so I didn't have to be so goddamn miserable. 

This...slowly feeling my life force just rot away and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I wanted to end it all. 

I didn't like being tired and in pain all the time. I smiled when I thought it was the end. When I thought I'd finally see my mom again. I wanted to smile again. 

"I'll have an iced americano." I said, giving him my card. 

The barista smiled at me, sliding it into the machine and looked at his screen. "Um...I'm sorry to say but your card declined." 

"What? Can you...can you try it again?" I asked. 

"I've already tried it three times." He said. "Is there another card I can try?" 

I took a deep breath. "No. No, I'll just forget the drink. I'm sorry for your trouble." 

"I'll pay for it." Someone said behind me. 

I turned around just to be dumbstruck. "Yunho?" 

He smiled at me, reaching around me to pay with his card. 

"I'll be honest, I kind of thought I imagined you." I said when we sat down. 

He raised his eyebrows, "Really?" 

I shrugged. "I do have brain cancer. It wouldn't be that far fetched." 

His brows knitted together, a disbelieving glint in his eyes. 

"What?" 

"Was the night on the bridge why you're so casual about this?" He asked. 

I hummed, nodding as I took a sip from my coffee. "It's not like it was my first attempt. Also, by the way, your advice was horrible." 

He huffed, "What advice?" 

"Live because of spite. I don't think you thought of the circumstance where I have no energy to do anything, let alone carry spite." 

"You're right. Stupid me." He took a deep breath. "You looked down earlier. What happened?" I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. "Other than your inevitable doom."

I couldn't help but smile, "Other than that? My apartment building got sold. I don't have enough money to move as you can tell from earlier. So, in a month I'll be homeless." 

 "Wow..." 

I burst out laughing, "I know." My smile faltered just slightly. "It's ridiculous, isn't it?" 

"I need a roommate." He said, another small challenge in his voice. 

"I don't need pity." I said. 

He shrugged, "Do you want to be homeless?" 

"You drive a hard bargain!" I chuckled. "I can't. I have no money." 

"I do." 

"Again with the pity!" I scowled at him. 

"I do pity you. Is that so wrong?" He said. 

"Yes!" 

"Why?" He countered. "I need a roommate, you need a place to live." 

"You could be a serial killer!" 

"You do remember where we met, right?" 

I grinned, "Deal!" 

He shook his head. "Minky...no." 

I laughed, "What? I can't joke about it?!" 

He let out a long sigh then stood up. "I'm leaving you here." 

"Yah!" I stood up then went to his side. "We just made a deal. You can't back out now!" 

He sent me a teasing smile, slowing down a little to keep in pace with me. 

Again with the breath of fresh air. I was bathed in light again and it felt like it was all I needed to keep going. Even for a minute, it was enough.