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비처럼 가지마요 | 06

don't go away like the rain | p a r t s i x

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[ 11 / 04 / 2015 ]

UPON ENTERING Apgujeong High School (압구정고등학교), Seokjin couldn't help but feel dazed as he walked closely behind Taehyung. Besides the obvious confusion at the sight of the building, he felt as if he were forgetting something important, like a memory. Something distant, yet recent. The feeling of having an important memory he couldn't remember slowly fade as it slipped further from his mind almost made him go mad.

"If I could just remember..." Seokjin mumbled under his breath as he once again raked his brain for the lost memory. "Shit, what the hell is it?"

"What is what, hyung?" Taehyung inquired, snapping Seokjin out of his thoughts. "Why're you swearing under your breath like that? You've acting odd ever since you woke up this morning."

Seokjin blinked and shook his head, slightly frightened by the sudden appearance. "No, nothing. It was nothing." He sighed heavily. Fortunately for him, Taehyung didn't pry any further as he continued talk about something else entirely. Seokjin hadn't paid his friend attention, just nodding every so often as if he were.

Though Seokjin was hesitant at first, but Taehyung was adamant on bringing Seokjin to the school to show him his new graffiti art on the back of the school building.

Seokjin still couldn't get used to the idea of being there, standing in the middle of the very hallways he used to walk years ago. He knew it wasn't possible, he knew it was probably a dream or some acid trip, but it just felt so surreal; a feeling he could not shake took ahold of him as hundreds of thoughts running through his mind at the same time.

How the hell did I go back two full years? That's just not normal! He massaged his temples, the headache from the millions of thoughts running his mind at the same time getting to him.

He was honestly way past the disbelief stage and the denial stage, he even had the bruises from the constant pinching on his forearms to prove it. It was all now just coming up with a reasonable scenario to answer for everything.

Was everything before truly a dream? Am I living the true reality now? He paused in his tracks as one thought struck him, Was Taehyung's death and the rest of the guys disappearing one by one nothing but some long nightmare?

It was all unclear. He knew of realistic dreams where everything felt as if reality, right until the last moment (he'd even had some), but this didn't feel right. Everything — the police sirens, the funeral, the years of therapy, the lonely world of a businessman — all that definitely did happen, and the now he was living in also felt a lot more than just some realistic dream. And it didn't help how he just could not shake the feeling of having forgotten something. Something important. It was as if multiple pieces from Seokjin's memory were ripped out, nothing but a blank screen filling its place.

Giving up on his confusing thoughts, Seokjin began taking in his surrounds as he caught up to Taehyung, who was walking normally at a slow pace, never once noticing his friend's state.

Apgujeong High School was situated in a very wealthy ward of the Gangnam-gu district in S. Korea, Seoul, called Apgujeong-dong (압구정동). Many considered it as the "beverly hills of Korea", a nickname not gone in vain, especially when looking at the structure and design of the high school (let alone the rest of the city).

Much of the school's decor was pretty normal for a modern high school — normal classrooms, cafeterias, hallways, etc. — but there stood quite some expensive paintings on the walls as you first enter the building, giving a very "expensive" vibe. Even the uniforms seemed expensive with its black jackets lined with a gold fabric and wool vests of the same design. Of course, this school had adopted the modern societal aspects to welcome students of all caliber, it was the little things about it that made Seokjin absolutely despise it.