Chapter 2. Do The Dead Talk?
❝ watch your words
turn to dust
as we forget
as we move on ❞
As Hoseok is slowly walking home, he keeps bumping into some of the people's shoulders, but he is completely ignoring each one of them, because he is not in the mood for anything, right now.
All of a sudden, he feels a sharp pain in his chest which makes him stop moving.
"Hoseok?" A familiar voice from behind shouts his names as soon as he notices the sick boy.
"What are you doing here?" Angrily, he questions. "You must have stayed at home, Jimin. We are not safe outside."
"I know, but ever since Taehyung commited suicide—"
Hoseok cuts Jimin off, "Taehyung was murdered, and you know it. We all know it," The pain in his chest grows stronger, but this will not stop him from talking. "Something is not just right. Someone is lying, and I don't know who the liar is."
Jimin's cellphone starts to ring, and he picks it up after a short time, "Hello?" But, he receives no answer. "Hello?!" When he sees that nobody is talking on the other line, he hangs the phone up.
As Hoseok sees the anxiety in his friend's eyes, he asks, "Who was that on the phone?"
"No one."
"But you were panicking."
"Can I trust you?"
They both drown in the silence, and Hoseok waits for Jimin in order to talk, but he is not willing to do so.
"For fuck's sake, Jimin, who the hell was that on the phone?" Angrily, the boy shouts, and looks straight through his eyes.
"He sounded like Taehyung."