30 June Year 22
I looked a little strangely at myself, pushing the door open button as if my hands had a will of their own. There were moments like this. Moments that I felt like I had repeated countless times, even though it was obviously the first. The elevator doors opened again, moments before they closed, and people pushed their way in. Among those people, I searched for a person wearing their hair tied with a yellow elastic. I hadn't pushed the door open button with the knowledge that that person would be there, but I thought that it was obvious that she would be. I moved back step by step. The cold wall of the elevator touched my back, and I raised my head and saw the person with the yellow elastic.
A person's back tells a lot of stories. It was just that I had heard a few of them. A few things I could only guess at, and a few things were left unexplained even after they were over. I suddenly thought that you can only say you know a person when you can read everything just from their back. Then wouldn't there be someone who could read everything from my back? As I lifted my head, our gazes met in the mirror, and in a flash she avoided my eyes. This kind of thing happened often. When I lifted my head again, I could only see my face in the mirror. I couldn't see my back.
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BTS: HYYH The Notes (Complete ENG)
General FictionHYYH The Notes are short diary entries of BTS members included in LY albums. They basically narrate the storyline, and how they connect with each other. Disclaimer: These translations are not mine. I just want to share them with you. Credits to the...
