Kim Sunggyu is at the in-between.

There is a strange man called Woohyun.

23/1/2089

7:37:14 PM

Kim Sunggyu is running late. He shuts down his desktop and hurries out of the cold, dark office, but he stops because of the torrential rain. It probably isn’t going to stop any time soon. Sunggyu digs his phone out from his coat pocket.

Mom I’m on my way       07:39PM

There was too much work today       07:39PM

Sorry       07:40PM

Be careful on your way      07:41PM

He tucks his phone safely into his pocket and continues on his way. He is glad he has decided to bring the umbrella today.

7:58:36 PM

He’s standing at the intersection now, a short way from home. It happens a little too fast. There’s a loud screeching of tyres. He sees the blinding headlights heading fast towards him and his black umbrella flies out of his hand. The next thing he knows, Kim Sunggyu lies on the cold hard concrete ground with his arms outstretched.

Sunggyu wants to laugh at his wrecked fate. He’s been a law abiding citizen. He crosses the road at the green man and looks twice before he crosses. So, why is it him? He suddenly thinks of his mother. He has promised to be back home for dinner today. He probably can’t have the dinner now. He should have visited more often.

He breathes heavily. He thinks he sees an airplane fly overhead and he hears the rhythmic pitter patter of the rain. The rain is stinging his eyes and he’s finding it harder to keep them open now. The cars have stopped and curious bystanders surround him. The voices are starting to get muffled and he can’t make out what the people are saying anymore. The world seems to be finally at a standstill now. He finally hears the blaring of sirens, but they sound so far away. He strains his bleary eyes and he sees a figure walking towards him.

“Hyung,”

It almost seems as the person is emitting light.

“Hyung,”

What a warm and comforting voice, Sunggyu notes.

“Sunggyu hyung.”

The man extends his hand towards him.

8:00:08 PM

Kim Sunggyu takes that hand and everything fades to black.

When Sunggyu opens his eyes again, he finds himself in a white space. The white stretches out endlessly, but it feels peaceful somehow. He gets up slowly and his body is almost as light as a feather. He moves his arms and legs. His movements are suddenly so smooth and fluid it doesn’t seem like he is a 32-year-old man. He is slightl