2011   By eight o'clock I was utterly knackered. I was only halfway down my list and I couldn't see myself ever making it to the end. It was not the hardest job I had ever done, though. I was just a bit exhausting cleaning the large pots and dishes alone. I stopped cleaning when a beep sound heard from my mobile phone.   Noona, I'm on my way. See u later. Don't be late. - Jungkook x    "Ara.. you silly boy. I won't be late." I said with a smile on my face. I placed the phone back in my pocket and continued working when another beep sound came in.    Noona. - Jungkook x   Just noona? Why did he bothered to send a text if he just wrote a single word? What a Jungkook. I made a 'hmmph' sound and about to put the phone back when I got the third text message from Jungkook.    I love you. - Jungkook xx   Apparently, I frowned. As I got down off the chair I felt wobbly with fatigue. Jungkook was acting very weird, his attitude was unusual. I gripped the mantelpiece for a moment, trying to get my head straight.    "You should have a break," said Jungkook one day when I reached home past eleven at midnight.    "You've been at it all day, I've seen you, noona. Did you have any lunch?"    "No time." I replied, and I could see how ugly Jungkook's face was when he rolled his eyes to my answer.    I stiffled a laugh when I recalled my brother with his non-stop talking habit. He would always blabbering about my countless part time jobs, that he finally expressed his concern by shouting and screaming and protesting that he won't ever eat the beef I bought him if I didn't quit any of the jobs. He even promised to have no Christmas present this year. But it was too late. I had bought him a brand new Converse. It was in black, his favorite color. Most preferable. And we had promised to meet at the intersection near my workplace to have our late night snack together.   I continued to wash the pile of dirty dishes, my stomach rumbling in a bid to be fed but nothing was more important than my work. Food could wait, drink could wait, Jungkook could wait, but money could never wait. The restaurant owner promised to pay me extra bills this month if I worked overtime. By overtime it meant I should at least be the last person to lock the store at ten.    It was then that the phone rang. Why did the phone always ring when one was in the middle of something very important? I dropped the table cloth and sighed.   "Hello?" I said.   I didn't recognize the voice on the other end but, as soon as the woman said where she was calling from, I knew it wasn't good news. I sunk down onto a chair, feeling suddenly so drained to move. Every single muscle in my body was in pain, including muscles I never even knew I had.    *****   When I arrived, the shades in the room were drawn but the door was ajar. At first, I couldn't remember why I was here. There was a noise in the hallway, and I saw a tangle of family — parents, children, teenagers — floating along on the trail of their own sobs. They were carrying candles, and wearing all blacks.   Tears spilled down my face. I believed that I had gone completely white.     A woman sat down beside me and awkwardly put her arm around me, trying to stop me from shivering. "Miss Jeon," She says softly.    "I'm afraid to say that your brother.. your brother died in the car crash. He's.. " The woman stopped, as I heard she swallowed hard.    "I'm so sorry for your loss." That was all she could say.    "You're wrong. Jungkook's not dead. You're WRONG!"    A police officer next to her lowered his head as well, and muttered a 'Sorry'.    "Why are you whispering?" I asked. Anger burned the back of my throat. "Why are you all whispering? Where the hell is my brother?!" I called out wildly, my heart is thundering.    "Call the nurse." Another cop's voice came from the corner of the room where he was standing. "You heard what she wants."    As if I had summoned him, a nurse entered and led me to the room at the very end of the hallway. When I walked into the room which was felt more like a fridge, I suddenly experienced the deja vu. The same room. The same hospital. The same bloody adrenaline rushed to see my own brother, and he was so cold to touch. I reached for him. I covered his torso with my hand, but there's no heartbeat.   "Jungkook-ah, noona is here," I said, tears flooding my eyes. I waited for him to response, but I should have known that I would never get a reply.    "Jung-ah, you promise to eat dinner with me tonight, you didn't forget about our date, did you?"    "Jungkook, answer me, please,"    "I never got to say goodbye," I railed, rearing up, eyes glittering. "And you have never say your farewell as well. Why didn't you?!"    "JEON JUNGKOOK!" I cried for his name.    Apparently, I screamed, my sobs were so loud it made everyone outside the room lowered their heads, some closed their eyes for seconds as if they were paying a respect to my loss.    I stood up without a plan in my head, just knowing that I could not look at the room anymore — and suddenly I couldn't breathe, and the world was spinning. And my chest was being crushed in a vise. Jeon Jungkook had died.   ****   Hong Na Eun grabbed his wrist so tightly as she said, "I said you're coming with me, Sehun." She repeated as she gave him her brightest smile. 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