[ oshixvn ]

Those words rang in her ears, etched into every thought that dared to cross her mind, seeping into everything she did; it was almost obsessive how every movement she put into action was drawn back by the absolute fact that Oh Sehun was no longer around. Not as on a business trip, not on tour, not out somewhere; gone. Dead. Not living. Not breathing. He was reported to be missing after a catastrophic car crash, police and other professionals assumed he had died during it, but tried to escape the disaster which left him somewhere unknown, seeing it as though the results were far too drastic to keep anybody alive--and nobody has had any signs of him whatsoever. Soojung had no hope left, just like everyone else, she fell into sync with the thought that he was deceased. She couldn't stop thinking about it, but instead of trying to stop herself, she found herself scrolling through texts/messages and sinking into memories. The two were always fond, even when Sehun was a trainee at SM, at every given chance, they were together.

Perhaps it was the idea that she didn't get to know him better, if only she wouldn't have turned him down on that offer of accompanying him at that café the last time she saw him, maybe it'd be one less thing to be guilty about. Either way, it was over now. He was gone, she was left doing something she was so sensitive to do; crying. Yes, centered on her familiar bed with her phone in hand, crowned by a messy tress with tears falling mercilessly and breaths between sobs and gasps. Though, at some point, somewhere between 3 and 5AM, she was abruptly awoken by a loud knock at the door. Soojung was left alone at the dorm, so of course, she'd had to be the one to roll out of the bed, her body weighing and begging to be laid back down by a douse of depression. But the fourth knock sounded insistent, forcing her to trudge to the door and hesitantly pull it open.

And that's when she saw him. 

That's when her breath got caught somewhere in the back of her throat, something embedded in her chest was lodged; unable to allow her to exhale, all she could do was stare at him in disbelief. Was this the post-traumatic stress? Was she dreaming? 

[ text : Krys ] I'd like to come over but..I'm too lazy to move from my bed. It's so comfy.

[ text → clyde. ] I expected that much from you, ah--fine, fine, I'll entertain you from here. even though that feels nearly impossible. I'd say I'd come visit you but sadly, I'm too lazy to move from my bed too. 

Ah no, I didn't forget, noona. But I'm afraid that you forget so--- Anyway, it's nice to meet you again.