𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅ꫀ 𝖿𝗅ꪮ𝗐ꫀ𝗋 (eng ver)

suicide hotline

— Hello ? 

An unsettled voice sounded as the beeper stopped and the caller's voice took over.

— Seoul Central Police, what can I do for you ? said a voice almost cutting off the young boy who was holding his mobile phone in a trembling hand.

— Hello... um... The young boy searched for words, unable to find the explanation he wanted. He was also wondering whether the phone call was really worth it and whether he was bothering the authorities at the moment. — My friend has been sending me messages for the last few minutes, insinuating that he wants to get it over with. His last message was: 'I'm going to do it, goodbye'. I-I don't know if there's much you can do... but I can't leave my house right now. whispered the boy, not wanting to wake up his house at this late hour.

— Can you tell me your and your friend's, please ? the police officer said calmly, not wanting to rush the frightened boy she had on the phone.

— Seo Myungho. My friend's name is Yoon Jeonghan. The young man's trembling voice could be heard despite his whispers, covering the loudspeaker of the mobile phone which was in danger of making too much noise.

— Well, then. Do you know where your friend is at the moment ? continued the woman, tapping on her keyboard at the same rhythm as a wild pianist.

— Probably at home. If he hasn't run away.

— Do you know his address ? she asked, already on the lookout to send policemen before it would be too late.

— 5, Amora Street, west end of town.

— We're going to send a team to his home, don't hang up until I said so, okay ? she added, sending a car with officers to the address, putting the young man on hold until the officers on the ground get back to him.

— All right, then. Myungho took a deep breath and put his phone in front of him, exposed on the sheet, emitting a light music that signified the policewoman he had just had on hold.

A few streets and roads away from young Seo's sleepy, quiet house, the mother of the Yoon family was getting ready for work, pulling her work shirt over her shoulders as someone knocked on her front door. Through the window, she saw a car illuminated by a few streetlights in front of her house, the colors of which alarmed her and made her open the door as quickly as possible. Two people appeared before her, one with his police badge in front of him.

— Good evening madam. he folded back the badge that the woman had just seen, rather confused.

— Good evening ? What's going on ? she said, panicking at the sight of the two officers on her doorstep.

— We've had a call about your son, we've come to make sure nothing serious has happened to him. said the woman accompanying the man beside her. — Is he in ? 

— Nothing serious ? Why would anything serious have happened to him ? He's asleep upstairs, it doesn't make any sense. gasped the woman, caught off guard by too much information all at once. She ran a hand over her face and let the officers enter the entrance to the house.

— Listen, madam, it seems that your son isn't telling you everything. said the policewoman in a calm voice to soothe the mother's racing thoughts — Could you go and wake your son up ? We'll come with you.

— Well, yes. she breathed, climbing the stairs in her matt tights, heading for her sleeping son's room, letting the other two adults go up behind her. 

As the woman approached young Yoon's bed, the law enforcement representative had to explain the origin of the phone call and that, however, there was a good chance that the son did want to end his life. Officer Hong looked at the boy with his eyes closed, while his mother turned on the small bedside lamp, revealing nothing unusual about Jeonghan's face or body. He seemed to be in a deep sleep, with one hand under his cheek, like a child.