Too Young To Die | hopekook

-8-

"Breakfast is on the table. If you want to take a walk later, the keys are on the desk, beside my laptop. I'll be back in 6 hours, okay?" 

"Yeah, see you." 

I grabbed my bag, heading to the front door of our apartment, about to leave for my part-time job. Reaching for the door handle, I stopped midway as you spoke again, my arm frozen in the air.

"Hey, Jungkook?" 

"Hm?" I hummed in response, my arm falling back to my side as I turned to face you. 

"Where did I use to work before?"

Right, we've never spoken about that matter after the accident. Gossip magazines left that topic pretty quickly, even before you managed to wake up from coma. 

I gulped, my hands beginning to sweat. I tried to look anywhere else but at you, attempting to avoid eye contact. 

"Y-you-" I begun to stutter, not knowing how to explain your profession without mentioning the accident from a few months ago.

"Does it have anything to do with... that?" You cut me off, referring to the very accident. "I know, I was in a car crush, but is it somehow connected to my previous job? Was I a taxi driver or something?"

A corner of my lips turned upwards at your guess- a taxi driver, I'd be laughing now if only I wasn't so afraid to break the news to you. 

"A racer." I let out almost inaudibly, looking you straight in the eye. 

"Huh?" You looked puzzled, either you didn't hear it clearly or couldn't process the thing. 

I took a deep breath and looked at you again. "You were a racer, Hoseok."