chapter 1 - the day we met.

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i'm sick of hearing people ask me "how did you guys meet?" all the time.
why? it's because.. isn't it obvious? it just brings back memories.
bad memories that i do not want to remember.





















that day.. it happened almost 5 years ago, and somehow i can still remember every single details about it.
it was just a normal, quiet wednesday, as i was waiting for the train to go to seoul, listening to music.
shit, he could have just minded his own business, but no he didn't. he had to talk to me.
























"what's a handsome guy like you doing here, taking a train to the city?"



he pulled my headphones away from me as if he wanted attention. fucking pathetic.

who did he think he was? did we know each other? no? i guess i just assumed he was weird like that.
















"none of your business, really." i brushed him off before continuing with listening to my music.


suddenly he pulled them away again, with a cheeky smile plastered on his face.
he was really testing my patience this time.








"uhm, excuse me.. could you please not do that.."



"but i want to talk to you! is it so hard to ask? what else should i do."



"trust me, you don't want to talk to me."


"and why not, pretty boy?"


"it wouldn't do you any good."



"okay.. why."




"because i'm going to end my life today."



























"was that a good reason? thanks. please don't call the cops on me though, i don't need any help." i slightly smiled at him before quietly sighing as he just stood there, looking like a dumb goldfish.


















"what a coincidence. i'm going to too." the dude laughed it off like it was a joke.






the hell"s wrong with him? did something hit his brain hard? since when was being suicidal funny?













i stared at him, not sure what to say to that, before the train came, making me snap out of it as i stepped inside.
he was also following me, still having that charismatic (?) smile on his face.








.. back then, i hated it. so much.

and now.. ironically enough, i miss it. and i would do anything to see that smile again. even if it means having to kill myself or someone.






































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