Kim Taehyung finds himself caught in a summer lovin' while exploring the beautiful Italian city of Florence, but his situation's a little more complex and complicated, confusing him about his decisions and actions later on. What will he do at the en...
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ONE Sail Into The Sunset
It was in the middle of May, a summertime, and yet the skies above Seoul were gloomy and foreboding. There was a heavy tropical storm flooding the city since last night. The streets were teeming with people scampering under the unrelenting rain, hailing for taxi cabs while praying for luck. Some drivers would take pity and eventually stop to give the wet passengers a ride home. The traffic was starting to jam, though.
Customers were stranded inside business establishments, seeking shelter, while others stayed cozy and warm inside coffee shops reading books and enjoying cups of steaming coffees under the cold weather.
The rest were holed up in the safety of their homes.
My expression darkened in the reflection as I sat in a chair facing the east side, gazing at the view outside through the tinted bay windows. It was still three in the afternoon. The summer sun never showed up. The rain was pouring cats and dogs outside for hours on end, which was an unwelcome sight for me. The view of the Han River from where I was sitting wasn't appealing to me unlike any other rainless days and nights.
The bitter weather reminded me of traumatizing memories I wished to flood out of my mind. I cursed the rain every chance I got, for I nearly lost the man I loved on an unfortunate rainy night.
I let out a shaky breath as I tried to suppress the disparaging, vivid nightmares of the fatal accident, not wanting to bring back horrifying wounds which always made me depressed. Well, aside from the white clinical walls which surrounded me like a prisoner. The faint sounds of the rain pelting on the glass did not do me any better.
He's alive.
He's safe.
He's breathing.
I repeated the words in my head like a daily mantra.
I shifted my focus elsewhere.
I breathed in deep. The scent of lavender coming off the air humidifier helped me to alleviate my anxious nerves. The heart monitors beeped steadily; the centralized air conditioner and breathing equipment hummed softly in the background. A video camera was playing, too, with its volume down. I listened to my own voice, deep but enthusiastic, as I detailed everything I did in the morning. I knew Jungkook would love to hear how my day went so far, or so I remembered. My voice droned: "...I'm now inside my car... on my way to the hospital... I brought my own lunch... the one I cooked earlier... As always, I can't cook like you..."
Soft, repetitive knocks on the door caused me to tear my eyes away from the outside. I turned my head around, waiting to see who it was. The door opened slowly, barely creating a sound, revealing my own mother. Even in bad weather, she was always dressed immaculately. "Tae?"
I stood up from my seat to greet her, kissing her right cheek. "Eomma."
"How are you, son?" My mother smiled fondly at me, caressing my face. I found comfort in it as I leaned my face into my mother's touch.
