Reunion

since it was not that far from the main street, there

were unruly cars like that.
I was careless not to notice the exhaust sound from early on.

“Lee Hakyung, are you okay?”

The man who rolled over me rose slowly.
It was Jang Yoonsung.
He looked like a mess.
His hair was disheveled while his once clean shirt was dirty.
From the lips which asked if I was okay, a shallow groan breathed out.

I got up as well.
I was surprised but the pain soon disappeared.
I seemed to be alright.
As I nodded, he asked to check again.

“Are you really okay?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s fine, then.”

But Jang Yoonsung didn’t seem to be okay.
He grabbed his left arm and frowned.
Only then I noticed him acting unusual.

“Are you hurt?”

“I think so…I think I bumped into something.”

Jang Yoonsung bit his lips as if he was in pain.

“Hospital, no, should I call an ambulance?”

I rummaged through my pocket and searched for my phone.
My hands were shaking and I couldn’t stabilize myself.
While hesitating I asked, “Which one should I press?”, Jang Yoonsung said it was fine.

“Never mind the ambulance, just call Kijoon over.”

“Ah, Uh? But…”

“That will be enough.
It’s nothing much.”

The injured man was more carefree than I was.
No, rather than that he had an expression that he had lost his spirit as if he was exhausted.
I reached out my hand and examined his face.
Suddenly, memories of a specific event surged in my mind.

Whether or not he was aware, Jang Yoonsung closed his eyes and let me touch as much as I wanted.
After checking his hair to make sure there was no bleeding, I was able to go inside to call Seo Kijoon.

“Hey, what is this…”

Seo Kijooon didn’t say anything as he darted his eyes between me and Jang Yoonsung.
When I called him, it was obvious that Jang Yoonsung got hit by a car and even though I roughly explained the situation, it didn’t seem plausible to Seo Kijoon.
Jang Yoonsung searched his right pocket for the key and tossed it to him.

“I think I should go to the hospital.
Drive, please.”

Seo Kijoon accepted the car key easily but didn’t nod.

“How can I drive? I just had a drink.”

“Ah.”

Whether Jang Yoonsung had lost his composure, he only realized that and furrowed his eyebrows.
Seo Kijoon took out his phone.

“What should I do, should I call someone or a taxi?”

Jang Yoonsung frowned again at the mention of calling other people.
Whether it was inconvenient or for other reasons, he just wanted to go to the hospital quietly.
Since he was hurt because of me, I thought it would be better if he could reach the hospital quickly so I raised my hand.

“Should I drive?”

After explaining the situation to the store, I accepted Seo Kijoon’s car key.
Jang Yoonsung’s car was a two-seater so three people could not ride it.
Jang Yoonsung asked me several times whether I was okay enough to drive because I had a hard time moving my arm.
Rather, I was embarrassingly fine.

It was not until Seo Kijoon urged Jang Yoonsung to climb inside the car, that he did with a disapproving face.
Of course, I couldn’t drive any better than an injured person or a drunkard.
Even so, I had a long career as a chauffeur so different car models didn’t really matter to me.

I turned on the navigation and entered Taewon Group hospital’s address and then I pondered on it for a while.
Would it be burdensome if I made it obvious that I knew about Jang Yoonsung?

But on second thought, it was a useless worry.
It was the nearest hospital from there.
I tried to search Taewon Hospital again.

“Not there, let’s go to S Hospital.”

Jang Yoonsung said as he stared at my fingertips.
It was Seo Kijoon’s hospital.

“Our hospital? Why? Taewon Hospital is closer though.”

Seo Kijoon asked cluelessly.

“My house makes a scene if I cough a little.
It’s annoying.”

“Oh, was it because of that accident? Has it already been 7 years? I heard you survived off of death bed.
That’s understandable.”

Seo Kijoon was convinced and asked to head to S Hospital.
I nodded and soon started driving.

An accident 7 years ago.
I was driving, feigning to be calm but my hand which grabbed the steering wheel trembled.
I tightened my hands and then glanced at Jang Yoonsung through the rearview mirror.
He seemed to ponder about something as his eyes gazed out of the window impassively, without any particular expression sketched on his face.
Seo Kijoon, who was in the middle of a call with someone, hung up and then asked curiously while tapping on his phone.

“You still don’t remember anything?”

Does not remember anything?

“Hm.”

“How did you forget everything just like that? You were in the U.S.
and when you got back to your senses, you were back in Korea, does that even make sense?”

Seo Kijoon smirked as if he was dumbfounded.
I mulled over his words.
No matter how much I thought about it, I could only hear he had no memory of being in Korea.
I waited for Jang Yoonsung to provide an explanation but he only gave a curt, “Right” as a reply and then closed his eyes again.

“Oh, Hakyung-ssi, please check the navigation.”

Seo Kijoon called me urgently and whether it was because I was distracted and lost my way, the navigation started looking for a new path.
Jang Yoonsung glanced at the rear-view mirror again as if he was bothered by our conversation.
Jang Yoonsung yet again closed his eyes.