Fire

4.2K 298 30
                                    

      The small, red Honda Civic sped down the road, carrying a happy, laughing family.

Seokjin smiled in his sleep.

      The family was driving back home after a long day of exploring their own hometown, Seoul. Seokjin had gotten his license months ago and was finally able to drive his new car. His parents made him drive, saying it would be good practice, though his sister didn't trust his skills yet.

Seokjin shifted in his sleep.

      Seokjin carefully merged onto the highway, being cautious of everything around him since he was a beginner. He glanced at the clock which read 11:48PM. "Jackass," his dad murmured as a drunk driver pulled up behind them.

Sweat started to form on Seokjins forehead as he slept.

"Honey, would you like for your father to take the wheel," his mother asked from the backseat.

"No thanks mom, I've got this." Seokjin said confidently.

       He switched lanes, trying to get away from the wreckless driver. The drunk switched lanes, as well. It was as if  he was being pulled along with Seokjin and his family, following every time they switched lanes. It was only the two cars and few others on the highway that night.

Panic formed in Seokjin's chest as he slept.

"Honey please let your father drive, this guy is making me really nervous," his mom said, worried.

"It's fine mom, everything will be o-"

Silence.

      Screaming, swerving, the sound of metal on pavement, the cries, the breath of Seokjin as he managed to roll out of the car, the explosion, the sound of a car door opening and footsteps running away.

The long silence that followed.

      Seokjin sat up straight in bed, sweating as tears rolled down his cheeks. The memories of what had happened when he was seventeen, only a few years ago, loved to haunt him.

He rubbed his eyes and traveled to the kitchen for a glass of water. He lived by himself now, his family being dead and gone, in a small, one bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Seoul. He worked a part-time job at a nearby restaurant as a waiter, making very little money to pay for the dump he called home.

It was better than nothing.

       He only worked a few days of the week, having to be able to attend college, too. The only reason he was able to go to college was because of a whole bunch of scholarships. Without those, he would be screwed.

Sinking | k.th + k.sjWhere stories live. Discover now