Namjoon: 30 June Year 22

With an odd feeling in my heart, I stared at the reflection of my hand. It’s like it pressed the open button of its own volition. There had been a moment like this before. It was surely the first time, but I got the feeling that this moment had been countlessly repeated. As the closing door reopened, people came pushing into the elevator. Of those people, my eyes found a girl with a yellow rubber band in her hair. It occurred to me that I was certain that someone was there, even though that's not why I pushed the open button. I stepped back one step at a time. As my back touched the cold wall of the elevator and I raised my head, the yellow rubber band found its way into my sight. 

 

The back of someone can tell many stories. I’ve only listened to a few of them. At best you can vaguely guess about some of them, and others are left without ever being understood. I thought that I could only say I knew a person when I could read everything from their back. If so, is there not a person who can read everything about me from my back? I lifted my head and met her eyes in the reflection. I instantly averted them. When I lifted my head again, I only saw myself in the reflection. I couldn't see my back.

 

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