I Always Come Back for You

Chapter 7.Someone Who Can See Ghosts

It's Sunday again. Last week was eventful. I got reunited with Hyung. We exchanged numbers and I can tell even though this whole thing is confusing for him, he is trying his best to understand and to handle things in the best way. He has started his research by asking questions about Nam Il's past, private moments, and such via text or phone call. I tried to give him answers as much as I could since I know for him to believe is a big deal. After waking up late I went to the kitchenette to find something to eat. While I am plating the cooked rice, my phone rings. It's Hyung 

"Are you up?" 

I clear my throat to sound less groggy, Hyung despises lazing around and idleness. 

"Yes. I was about to have breakfast." 

"It's past ten! You just woke up?"

 I'm busted. "It's Sunday. You are supposed to sleep as much as you want on off days." 

I've known this man for a week yet I'm so comfortable with him, it's like I've known him for a long time and he doesn't seem to be bothered by my disrespectful manner. 

"I will pick you up in half an hour. I want to take you somewhere." 

That's odd but I have nothing else to do today so it's fine. 

"Don't you have like a real job like picking up idols and yelling at them?" 

"You really don't know anything. I changed my division in the company. It's temporary but now I'm a salaryman like you" 

There is something that I'm missing from this statement. Did he change his job because of what happened to Nam Il? He doesn't allow more speculation 

"Now hang up. I'll see you in 30." 

"Sure" 

He hangs up and I stare at the rice bowl steaming but my appetite is gone. How big has been the aftermath of Nam Il's suicide? And why it hurts so much to think about it every damn time. Someone should pull this invisible dagger that keeps spinning in my heart out so I can breathe for a second.

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"Are you cold?" 

Hyung inspects the heavy layers of clothes I'm wearing today 

"I can't afford to catch a cold" 

At least not yet. I have to stay in this world a bit longer for Nam Il's sake. We get in the car

"I will turn the heater on. Is your health condition that bad?" He inquiries turning up the heater. 

"No. I was raised spoiled." I lie. 

He starts the engine, eyes locked to the road. After riding in silence for a while he finally asks 

"Aren't you gonna ask where we are headed?" 

"You will tell me eventually. No?" 

" Aren't you afraid I might take you somewhere to do something to you? You just met me. How can you trust me?" 

That's an odd question. "If that's how I'm supposed to die, then so be it." 

"What do you mean? Is your life that worthless to you that you generously offer it to me?" 

I don't know what's up to his ass today but I sense he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. That cranky attitude is refreshing.

"You were the one who talked about murdering me Hyung! Why do you get so grumpy?" I point out. 

"Who talked about murdering you? Have you lost your mind? I was making sure you trust me and you are coming to this place with your own consent. That's all. I don't like dying jokes"