The front door slammed. Chongguk lowered his head and closed his eyes. His lips were tight, and something was unbearably cracked in the shower. So he was left alone. All alone. No, it wasn't! Not alone. The guy opened his eyes and immediately raised his head, looking angrily at the young man standing nearby with whom Narim returned home. The stranger was still and only looking at the closed door in a confused manner. It was him. He was the one Chongguk saw the day she had a panic attack in the middle of the street.
Taekhyon wanted to go, but before he could turn around opposite Narim's house, Jeong took the young man by the gate of a grey sweatshirt and turned his face toward him in five quick steps. Chongguk looked too frightening now, squeezing his fingers to the crunch as he looked so piercing. His teeth were squeaking, and his eyes were flaming with lights in his knees that had not been visited before, frightening him to the point of trembling.
- Who are you? - he pulled the stranger Guk's gate more firmly in his fingers.
Taekhyon opened his eyes wide and stared horribly at the guy who seemed to be trying to strangle him. Fear was wrapping his body around his neck, and the cloth around his neck was shrinking more and more.
- Don't you dare go near her, do you hear me? - A black-haired man hissed, and the crunch of his already frightened Tae's fingers rattled to his ears. - She was like that with... your appearance! - Jeongguk Taekhyon pushed her away with force.
Tae-receded backward, struggling to stay on his feet. A loud bounce of breath came out of his chest. Chongguk turned around and the ambulance, confident in its actions, headed away from Taekhyon who was trying to breathe, who wasn't ready for the situation. Taekhyon, who had never done anything wrong to anybody, had been aggressive for the first time, and it was natural that such behavior was not something unusual, but even wild for a young man who had previously experienced violence only through the television screen.
The guy stared briefly at the abuser and stared at the asphalt. The fingertips dived cautiously under the dark chestnut bangs, slightly spreading out the soft buckles on his forehead slightly soaked with excitement. Somewhere on the third floor, one of the windows was lit with light and Tae raised his head up, looking into the glow of a light-yellow light, against which a woman's silhouette was running from side to side.
- Goodnight to you, Narim.
Yu Narim only needed a couple of days to completely forget about the water incident. The sedative pills were taken properly, they became something normal, normal and quite natural. Maybe the doctor was right, and it was all her "madness. - none other than overwork, sleep deprivation and daily brain overloads in the face of a difficult university program. She now had no doubts about the words of Chongguk and the psychiatrist, because almost a week had passed since the incident, and there were no repeated symptoms. She just went mad for a second. Her mind just came up with a world full of water for a second, and maybe that guy, Taekhyong, was just as much a figment of her imagination as the young man had been walking her home from the day he walked her home and never let her know that he existed, as if he had never existed. Narim was even easier to do so. She could simply wipe out all her unpleasant memories, cowardly hiding behind the psychiatrist's diagnosis, for all she had told the doctor was a lie, and nothing she had told him was true.
Outside the windows, the city was just plunging into darkness, the cool air was wrapping around the townspeople, forcing them to huddle in jackets on their shoulders, but it was all outside the window, and Narim here, in the building, was not afraid of cold, she stood in the middle of the store in front of the bookshelf and for about an hour ran aimlessly slightly defocused look only along one single shelf. The multicolored covers dispersed attention and certainly did not reduce the flow of thoughts in the girl's head, who did not dare to take into her hands what she had come for.
- Can I give you a hint? - The young consultant asked quietly, almost imperceptibly from behind, and the buyer did not even jerk. - It's a little late, we're closing in half an hour... - he stood in front of the same rack, having carefully felt the tired look of the shelf being studied by the girl.
- Oh, I'm sorry, please - Narim came to life a little bit, immediately reaching out with both hands to the literature, quickly pulling a book in a soft dark blue binding out of a small row of medium thickness.
She took quick steps towards the cash register, leaving her slow-minded consultant behind somewhere. The book was lowered to the edge of the countertop. The boy hastened to get up to his desk so that God forbid he shouldn't make a redhead wait.
- Kandinsky's "About pseudo-allusions", - the young man read astonishedly, turning away the edge of the thin cover, trying to hastily read the description of the book. The consultant found a small price tag on the corner of the last page and, pointing at that fingertip, moved the book to the future owner. Narim nodded briefly and, sticking her hand in the pocket of a dark-blue sweatshirt, removed from there a handful of coins. - Do you take a specialty or are you just interested in it? - Not without admiration in the voice of the guy interested.
- It's just interesting, - answered the girl and took a look at the coins calculated by the consultant, on the way by accident caught on someone else's chest very small paper tablet with the name "Jeon Hook".
However, at the same second, the ears rang, and Narim formed literally twice, with a force clenched, clinging his fingers to the roots of the hair on his head. Unexpected spasm in the auricle caught off guard began to slowly release. The world in front of her eyes literally swam, and she already felt the coldness of the cold surface of her feet. She couldn't stand upright, clinging to the edge of the tabletop with her fingernails, trying not to fall off, not to fall down, because this time the feeling seemed to be much more painful and stronger than in the previous one. The cell phone in the back pocket was sharply vibrated and Narim, not paying any attention to the endlessly worried views and questions from the consultant, immediately took on the challenge, shaking his fingers to hold the phone to his still hard of hearing ear. The water level was getting closer to the ankles.
- Narim! Narim, can you hear me? - I could hear Taehyun's voice remotely in the tube speaker. - Narim, run to the bridge! I'm halfway there! Run, Narim!
"to be continued in the next part"