Spring Day | BTS ✔

02

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as the train took way too long to get out of the station. I cursed at the PA announcer as they apologized for the delay over the intercom.

It hadn't been that nice of a morning, but the past four days have been the same so there hadn't been a lot I hadn't already complained about. Rain was thick and heavy, making the warming spring air too dense and humid to breathe comfortably in. Hot wind made it worse, throwing the constant sheets here and there. It made any type of transportation that wasn't underground or securely fastened to the ground or rails – like a train – too dangerous to take.

I lifted my face from my hands, thinking over the phone call I received that morning.

"Hello this is Hoseok speaking..." I wiped the sleep out of my eyes, silently cursing at the blue light drifting into the room from the rainy day outside. My boss was going to kill me for being late again.

"Hello Mr. Jung this is Seoul Center Hospital. We regret to inform you that your friend has been in a car crash a few days ago. We've been trying to contact you but none of the calls went through until now," I sat up confused.

"Seoul Center Hospital...? I don't know anyone in Seoul..." I muttered.

"Well, it appears that your name is the only emergency contact for a Mister...Kim Namjoon? Does that name sound familiar?" I sighed and swore my younger self for caring too much for a dongsaeng I'd no longer recognize now.

"Yeah, I know him," I mumbled into the receiver, "What happened again?"

"Mr. Kim was out driving with a friend it seems. He said they were heading towards Incheon by car when a car swerved into their left taillight and sent them off of the road. The rain was too heavy to regain traction so they spun out until they hit a tree. The two are both alive and Mr. Kim is awake more often than not, but we would still appreciate your presence here at the recovery ward in case something happens with the other one," the nurse chirped kindly over the phone.

"The other one? Why do I have to be there for him?" I grumbled.

"We have no clear identity on him yet since he's not in our system so until we get his information, you're his step in emergency contact, Mr. Jung," I sighed and flopped back into the pillow behind my head, "Should we expect your arrival?"

"Yeah, I'll get on the next train to Seoul," I gave her an estimated time before hanging up.

"What the hell have you done now Namjoon?"

I peered out at the passing landscape, the rain streaked windows making everything a little too bleary to make out clear outlines of anything. I wasn't surprised that Namjoon got into a car accident. He'd always been too clumsy and destructive for his own good. Sunglasses to cameras, dishware to an old friend's finger, if it could be broken Namjoon had broken it at least once.

I shook my head sighing. I hoped the second person in the car was okay, not that I had any idea of who that was. It felt weird to think of Namjoon having friends. Well, truthfully, Namjoon had always found a way to make friends. He was always the more charismatic one, but in the three years I had known him, the other friends he made never lasted long. It felt weird, going to see him after so long.

"Has it really been four years since we last said hello?" I whispered to myself. Even the time apart had lasted longer than our friendship.

"Whatever happened to the good days..." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose again. My phone buzzed and I pulled it out to see a message from my mother.

Mom Look what I found!

The photo attachment couldn't have had a worse timing. Namjoon and I sat smiling on the front steps of an apartment that was sold a long time ago. Namjoon and I wore black and our hair was dark and off our foreheads. No wonder we were part of the outcasts.

Goddammit Namjoon, I miss you, even though I'm looking at your photo.