Chapter Three – What I Miss Most

Song – BTS (방탄소년단) - Spring Day (봄날)

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May 2018 (Lisa’s past memories) - Hapjeong-dong, Seoul

Lisa’s POV

I am already late for my work. Mother-in-law will really mad if she knows I get into the restaurant late. There are so many things to prepare at the restaurant at this hour. The only ride I can use is bus at this hour.

I run as fast as I can as I saw a bus already at the bus stop.

“Hold up, Ahjussi.”

The bus almost leaves but I managed to stand in front of the bus to prevent it from leaving. The bus driver doesn’t look happy with it. He opens the door and let me get on the bus. I know as soon as I got into the bus, I will never get a seat as there are so many people are on the bus today.

I got to stand and find a handhold for me to keep my balance. But as soon I get my arm stretch up, I realize the person next to me feel a little bit uncomfortable with me shoving him with my sweaty armpit. I take my hand off from the handhold before suddenly the bus driver makes an emergency brake. I lose my balance and tumble before I role over in the bus until I stop with my leg.

“Ahjussi, please be careful.”

“Hurry up. Get up and pick up your things.”

I tried so hard to stand up with my weight and body condition. Before I can even able to stand up, the bus makes another turn that makes me trundle again but this time I thrown to the bus stairs.

“Omo! Omo!”

I get stuck in a very humiliating way. I keep on smiling and laughing. I know everyone on bus is looking at me right now but no one even offer for a help. I know very well nobody will help me. I’d rather they laugh. Ridicule is better than pity. Moving is hard when you’re fat. But hurt feelings are harder.

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(Based on the end of Chapter Two- It Was Only A Dream)

I look myself on the mirror again. I can’t believe I am not fat anymore and look 15 years younger. There are no wrinkles and I look so fresh.

“Are you done checking on yourself?” Wait. This voice. I remember this voice. This is Jisoo’s sarcastic voice. 

Jisoo is drinking water from her bottle and I am so happy to her again. Am I in heaven now? Is this why I can meet her again? I lose contact with Jisoo after 15 years ago when I dropped out from Seoul National University. I jump on her and hug her tightly.

“Jisoo-ya. I miss you so much.” I even kiss her on her cheeks several times. I still can’t believe I can see her again after I die.

“Ya! Lisaaaa! Stop it. Are you still drunk?” She pushes me so hard to break the hug. I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“Jisooo, why are you here? Are you already dead too?”

“What the heck is wrong with you Lisa? Are you drink so much yesterday?” She knocks my head several times before she takes her toiletries and towel.

“I am going to clean myself up. Hey we have class at 9. Get ready. Sober up.” Jisoo throw her towel to me before she comes back to me and take her towel back.

I am so confused now. Wait. She said we have class at 9. I am already dead, why I need to go to the class? Arghhh my head is so hurt. The pain is real tho. So this is not just a dream. Where is exactly I am right now?

I walk to study desk that I remember used to be mine. All my old stuffs are all there. I realize something weird. I take a closer look on the calendar on my desk – March 2003. 2003???? I slap my face several times. It hurts but I can’t believe all this.

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I spaced out for so long until I realize something odd. I am walking next to Jisoo right now with Jisoo keep on talking something that I don’t even focus on.

“Hahahahha. Right?” Jisoo asks me while she still laughing about it.

“Huh?” I don’t know what she talks about.

“Lisaaaaaaa! Hey.”

“Where are we going?”

“To hell.”

“Oh no. I thought I will be sent to heaven. Why God send me to hell? What I have done?” I am so panicked. I can’t believe after all the midst I’ve been through I even died in a plane crash and now heaven won’t even accept me.

“Ya! We are going to class!” Jisoo screams a little bit loud to me. Again, I am burdened with tons of confusion.

“What year are we in now?”

“2003. What is wrong with you?”

“How old are we?”

“Ya Lisa! We are 20 years old. We are freshmen. That’s why we have to be h