“What’s wrong with you?
You’re sweating like crazy.”
What was wrong?
Oh Gap-su looked around from side to side.
He was still inside the plane heading to Thailand.
‘I definitely got off…’
Blinking a couple of times, he answered.
“Uh, I had a dream.
A damn scary dream.”
Was it really a dream?
But it was too vivid to be called a dream.
9:30.
After landing at Bangkok Don Mueang International Airport, Oh Gap-su stopped dead in his tracks while heading toward the departure hall.
Cold sweat ran down his spine.
‘Fuck…’
Up ahead, he saw a clock attached to a pillar.
[9:36:15]
It was the exact same clock he had seen in his dream.
Even the time was the same.
‘How can it be the same?’
It was his first time at Bangkok Don Mueang International Airport.
He had never seen a clock like that before.
‘Could it be…’
“Hyung-nim, what are you doing?”
Oh Gap-su snapped out of it only after Jo Cheol-jung called out to him in confusion.
“Huh?
Uh… we should get going.”
But with only a short distance left to the departure hall corridor, Oh Gap-su suddenly collapsed.
“Hyung-nim!”
“Call… a paramedic.
Quietly…”
Oh Gap-su squeezed out his voice, his face turning pale.
There was even blood visible around his mouth.
Jo Cheol-jung looked left and right before spotting an airport security guard and calling out.
“Come over here!”
The security guard turned his head, saw Oh Gap-su collapsed, and came running.
“Call a paramedic.
Understand?
Emergency.
Okay?”
Jo Cheol-jung urged him in broken English.
Only then did the security guard call his colleagues on his radio.
Soon, two more security guards arrived.
When they tried to lift Oh Gap-su, Jo Cheol-jung offered his back.
“Get on!”
The security guards helped Oh Gap-su onto Jo Cheol-jung’s back and opened a door to the side.
It was an interrogation room.
The security guard pointed to a sofa on one side.
Jo Cheol-jung laid Oh Gap-su down on the sofa.
Oh Gap-su whispered to Jo Cheol-jung, who was leaning over him.
“Cheol-jung… go through the departure procedures…”
“Hyung-nim, your body comes first… there’s blood coming from your mouth…”
Oh Gap-su felt frustrated by Jo Cheol-jung, who was worrying about him without knowing the real situation.
But what could he do?
The guy was only doing it out of concern for him.
“Finish… the procedures first.
Hurry.
The blood is just from me biting my lip.”
Jo Cheol-jung wasn’t stupid either.
Or rather, he trusted Oh Gap-su’s incredibly quick wits.
He quickly took out Oh Gap-su’s passport and handed it to the security guard along with his own.
“Hey, procedures.
Procedure.
Okay?”
One of the security guards took their passports and went outside.
A little while later, the security guard returned and handed back the passports, seemingly finding no issues.