4:30PM, WorakSan

DongHae looked at the view of the mountains and the sea from his windowsill. Looking at the scenery from the fast moving bus he’s in makes the view move rapidly without a sound just like a mute film, pressing fast forward at a big screen beside him.

DongHae rubbed his throbbing forehead and leaned back into his seat, trying to calm his nerves. ‘How much longer..?’ He gazed at his wristwatch for the ninth time since the journey started 3 hours ago. Oh, how he wished he had power over time so that he could press the forward button to skip this dreadful journey and arrive to his destination in no time.

He fished out his Blackberry from his back pocket and started to dial the number that he learnt to remember by heart. After a long ‘tuuut’ sound, the annoying operator’s voice greets his ears again for the hundredth time since this morning, “The number that you called is out of servi..” Frustrated, DongHae smashed the red button and shoved his phone away.

How he badly wishes to rewind what he had done, and re-play it, but much better this time. If only he had any chance for this.

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