Inhuman | ✓

xxxii - uncertainties

𝙹 𝚄 𝙽 𝙶 𝙺 𝙾 𝙾 𝙺

EVERYTHING HAS STARTED TO GO OUT OF PLACE when I realized we were about to ride the rest of the day, into the unknown, on a nearly dying truck. I've never been to one of these and honestly it gives me nausea, but gladly, it was a delivery truck and not one of those that you find parked in front of your house early in the morning for a garbage time. I was the last to hop at the back after Jimin. I hear a loud thud and a few locks, making me turn around to see Yugyeom.

"How've you been?" he asks, plopping next to me just as he is the one right beside the door. I can feel the cold wind picking up as I catch a glimpse of the sun almost at its arrival, a few moments before it completely leaves the horizon. "The view never gets old, does it?"

I look down on my shoes. They have seemed to be much more worn out than I am. "Preferably," I tell him. "If everything would've been different."

Yugyeom hums in a soft monotone. A moment of silence fills the chilling air. "So you're from Busan?" he then asks with a low voice.

I blink. It occurs to me that he must be one to change subjects, and since he spoke in such small volume, I decide to keep my voice low as well. "Yeah, I am."

I look at a distance. The shadows are slowly creeping away into nonexistence as the sun goes higher and higher that I could make out the endless grass abundant throughout the fields. "You remember anything of what happened before the end?"

"What?" I turn my head back to him.

Yugyeom tilts his head. "I mean, the end. The apocalypse?-" his eyes widen as if he were taken aback-"Ah, shoot. Sorry man. Just asking if you're comfortable with it. If you don't it's fine with me-"

"No, it's okay." A shallow breath escapes my lips as I see Yugyeom nodding slowly through my peripheral after I looked away from him to stare down on my worn out pair of sneakers. "Aside from the fact it happened the exact time New Year came, I was kind of like. . . Ten, I guess. . . I think I've been to an arts museum with my mother," I whisper, conscious that everyone else around us might hear me. "That's what I only remember. Vague, even. I'm not sure if they're even true."

From my peripheral, I see Yugyeom's head turn to face me. "A whole lot tougher for you, man. Guess I'd say you're not the only one who lost his memories."

I glance at him.

"Welcome to the club of amnesiacs," he says in much more whispery voice while clapping his hand twice on my back. As usual, I find myself feeling uncomfortable. I didn't notice that there has been a ripple of water, almost being sucked into air, right on the surface, and it's as if Yugyeom noticed it as well.

"Careful there, kid," a voice intervenes. I turn to where it comes from; a guy, perhaps years ahead of me, sits across us. Something catches my eye, and now I remember who he is. That guy last night with the tattoo. Given the face he is giving, he clearly has no plans of even smiling.

"I'm sorry," Yugyeom looks down, clearly avoiding the older male's piercing gaze, where I can sense there is tension in his voice.

"You're no different than us, are you?" I ask. The tattooed guy stares at me with intensity, a mixed feeling of nervousness and intimacy crawling up my spine. I can say that he is a lot more dangerous than Jaebum. I turn to look down to the puddle of water, but it has already disappeared, then I gape towards Yugyeom. "So you control the water?"

"That's none of your goddamn business." The guy's voice makes me startle that I flick my eyes over to him. "Care to say anything else and I wouldn't hesitate to give you a lesson. Got it?" The tattooed male says while snapping his fingers, and no more than seconds that I feel like something invisible has grabbed me by the neck. I feel the grip tighten, making me choke, my eyes widening to the point where I am able to grab Jimin's arm as I run out of oxygen.