Chapter 5: A self no longer begrudged

                                    

                                          
✨YUN✨
I splashed my face with some water, trying to get myself together.
I didn't really know who he was. I just had grown attached to a very fond memory I had of him from the past. He could have been a bad person, even a criminal, for Christ's sake! Then what kind of person would I be if I felt bad for a criminal? 
That's what I was telling myself as I saw the water going down the drain. I was going through all the phases of grief pretty fast.
I had to leave my contact in his file so that his family would be able to contact me if they wanted, but that would be the end of my connection with him.
As I came to that conclusion I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw bloodshot, tired eyes looking back at me, along with another pair that carried warmth and seriousness.
Eyes that I hadn't seen for a while, in truth, but that I knew well. Which did not prevent me from screaming out loud in startlement when I saw him. 
"Don't scream! We are in a hospital!" He said. His voice echoed in the bathroom as if he was physically there, which I knew wasn't true.
I grabbed the edge of the sink and swallowed the rest of my scream, glancing at the door to see if someone had come in.
"What the fuck, Hobi! What are you doing here?" I asked, screaming the best I could while I whispered.
He raised his eyebrows and his high cheekbones presented themselves when he offered me a tight smile, giving him the look of a young teenager ready to cause trouble.
I never really told anyone about him, or they would have deemed me crazy and sent me to an asylum for seeing things that weren't there.
He first appeared to me when I was sixteen. Back then he looked younger himself, thinner and not so lean but with the same eye smile.
He was the equivalent of an imaginary friend that I created way late in my mind when I felt like I was completely alone in this world. 
If he was real, girls would be dying for him. He had an athletic body, kind eyes, and a beautiful smile. His laugh was ridiculously loud, so much so that I wondered how no one could hear him when he almost literally rolled around laughing. His hair was dark brown but he did show up with different hair colors through time. I guess he didn't like to stick with just one hairstyle.
But he hadn't shown up in a long while.
"There's somewhere you need to go," He announced. 
That was the exact same thing he told me when I was sixteen.
"Really? And where is that, another cafe?" I asked bitterly, getting some paper towels to dry my face. 
"No," he sounded apologetic and swayed on his feet, "It's far from being cozy as a cafe." 
I raised my eyebrows at him. I didn't like his hesitation.
"Look, it's something really important, and I need you to trust me," he said, joining his hands in front of his chest, begging me.
Anyone might ask why I would trust a figment of my imagination. The truth is that I didn't know why, but he never gave me a reason not to do so. 
Jesus, he helped me cheat on a test once because I asked him to prove to me that he was "real", which made me grateful that no one else could see him. He wouldn't be able to lie to save his own life, the poor boy.
I sighed, taking a deep breath and rubbing my eyes. 
"The guy you saved?" He started.
"I didn't save him, he's dead," I corrected bitterly. 
"Well." My head snapped back at Hobi, questioning him without words. "That might change in a few moments."
"What?!" My question came out in a high-pitched squeal that made Hobi wince.
The bathroom door suddenly opened and I quickly turned back to the mirror, pretending to fix my hair.
An old lady passed by, her eyes glued on me until she got in one of the stalls and closed the door. 
I saw Hobi in the mirror and widened my eyes at him, wanting an explanation.
"Please, I just need you to follow me down to the morgue. I will take care of everything along the way," he said hurriedly, starting to fidget on his feet.
I closed and opened my hands, trying to clear my head. 
I had gone off the deep end, that was it. And if I was completely crazy, there was no point in turning back now. Besides, I did trust Hobi, I couldn't understand what he was talking about but I did trust him. 
I nodded slightly and he quickly jumped into action.
I followed him out of the bathroom and through the corridors that seemed to be conveniently empty. We took the stairs and went down two levels before we came to a stop at the door. 
Hobi got out first, scanning the area. It was cold down here. I could feel my teeth chattering, but it could be because of the adrenaline as well.
If we were at the hospital I worked at, finding the right room would have probably been easy. I had been down there more times than I'd like to admit. But the layout here was completely different and I was relying entirely on my imaginary friend to help me out.
"There are clothes in the last stall in the bathroom," he whispered. As if anyone else but me could hear him. "And you'll have to take a taxi to go home, so you better get out through the backdoor." 
I seem to be doing that a lot these days, I thought to myself.
I was in autopilot mode, not stopping to question anything, or else I knew I would turn around and leave.
I started to think what the hell I was going to find once we got to our destination when a blood curdling scream made us stop walking.
Hobi and I exchanged looks and started running to where the scream came from. 
A few seconds before we arrived at the right room, there was a soft thud. Soon I could see a pair of white sneakers peeking out of the room. 
When I got in there was almost too much information to process at once.
There was a girl laying on the floor. The clipboard that she was carrying had slid to the foot of one of the metal tables where the bodies were examined and where the reason for the girl's scream was.
There, sitting on the table under the bright inspection light was a very scared and very undoubtedly alive Min Yoongi.




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Sorry it's so short >.<'🌱

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
[Look at his hand :'( ]