The yellowish glow of the table lamp painted the table complete with a large sunspot and occupying a good third of its young man, as much as possible decomposed on a wooden surface. It was still light outside, but the white curtains on the windows were too high, and the spacious room was dotted in grey due to the lack of light absorbed by the dense fabric.
- So, look, from the beginning of the tide to the full submergence you have about a minute. Since there's no pressure under this kind of water, breathing will be easier," Taekhyon painted on paper to show you what he was talking about. - Based on what the stopwatch has given us, you can hold your breath for an average minute and a half. Plus, I'll have half a minute after your lungs run out of oxygen and you'll start to choke. If I don't get settled in these penalty minutes, there's a chance that the brain cells will start dying faster than the lungs will fill up with water... Or the brain dies longer...? - Taehyeon thought about it.
Narim's legs are as tight as possible, pale and almost merged with the white sofa cladding. Only a redhead gave out the location of the owner.
- We'd have three minutes," Taekhyong pushed his left cheek with his palm and continued to grunt at the fancy scribbles on the leaf. - Considering the fact that last time I ran for a half, I think it's quite real.
The guy pulled out his hands on the table and immediately sat down on those cheeks, turning his head toward Narim, catching a tired look at the pale silhouette. He must have scared her.
- Do you believe in the luck of flowers? - Taeyang's voice was heard.
- What?" she died a little, looking up at the young man.
- It's when you choose the color you're lucky to have. They say it's a hundred percent good luck," the guy smiled gently, noticing that Narim had gotten out of her unfavorable thoughts a little bit. Yes, that's better.
- Really?
- Oh, yes," Taekhyon nodded affirmatively. - Think about it.
- And what happens when I choose him?
- I'll give you a floor lamp of your color.
- Oh, my God...
***
It was getting darker in the street, and there were fewer and fewer people, and Chongguk was sitting on the steps of the porch of the house, where Narim was still not back. He stopped looking at the time an hour ago, and maybe more, he didn't know for sure. He couldn't even guess where Narim was wearing it, and the girl never went anywhere but with him. If anyone was taking up her personal time, that someone was Chongguk. The guy didn't even want to think about what had happened to her. What kind of monster would he feel like for the rest of his life if something happened? How sorry he is.
There were steps around him that Jeon reacted to, just like he had reacted to all the others. Carefully raising his head from his knees, the guy looked at the approaching people, hoping to find Narim among them, and, oh miraculously, it was her! She was approaching the house smiling at something, occasionally covering her mouth with her palms, keeping her laughter in check until some guy was playing around her, actively telling her something. Chongguk got up on his feet and stared at a girlfriend who was getting closer and closer to him. A smile on Narim's face slept as soon as her gaze caught the black-haired young man he knew, who had humbly waited for her.
- What are you doing here? - came up to Jung Narim.
- I came to you," the guy looked down, pulling off one of the bags that belonged to the girl.
- Did he? - She looked at Chongguka indifferently.
- I'm sorry, I admit I made a mistake, I shouldn't have done that," Guk muttered as he looked up at the girl again, just looking at the big, resinous eyes to ask for forgiveness.
Narim immediately put her hand in her jeans' front pocket and removed the shiny blister with the pills inside and immediately squeezed out one white capsule. Chongguk kept looking at the girl and she threw the pill in her mouth.
- What is this?
- Sedatives, as the doctor prescribed," Narim did not break eye contact. - It's from my madness.
- You don't have to drink them, you're not crazy," the guy wrapped his head around desperately.
- Oh, really?" the girl grinned bitterly, squeezing the second capsule out of the blister, just like throwing it in her mouth. - But my psychiatrist disagrees with you," Narim stepped forward to the right of Jonah, grabbing her bag from his hands.
- That's not true, Narim," the guy shouted at the leaving girl.
The front door slammed.
"to be continued in the next part"
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