Watercolour Eyes | Yoonmin

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"The what..." Jimin was confused as to what brought the grim reaper to a pale complexion. Besides this didn't sound like something he should think about especially since from the corner of his eyes he could see Yoongi leaving the corridor. "Anyway, Yoons is going to work, so I have to... you know... do my guardian duty stuffies. So you can take this ominous scroll and go attend other ghosts. I heard someone died from slipping on a banana peel. You need to make sure they find their way to heaven. So, don't worry about me, alright?" Jimin sent his winning smile and began walking towards Yoongi.

"It means you have a second chance at life." Taehyung reported. "You get to live again. You don't want it? Then I guess I'll go ask that person who tripped over the banana peel, maybe he would want that second chance more than you."

"Wait!" Jimin shouted as everything finally began to click. "Are you serious? You mean I can be a real person? Wait, will I start again as a child? Will I keep my memories? What kind of melodrama is this?" Jimin gasped. He couldn't believe it. But then again this might even be one of Taehyung's ploy to get him to go to heaven. "I don't believe you."

"Follow me." Taehyung sighed. He held Jimin's hand and they disappeared into black smoke. When the smoke cleared, Jimin found himself in a hospital room. There was a patient that seemed to be in coma. Except he wasn't. Jimin recognised him. He had watched his performances in the national Opera house. Not that everyone had the luxury to see the national dancer without a formal title. Only dukes, people of high background and royalty were allowed. It was Yoongi who had taken him, because it was something Jimin wanted as well. To see someone achieving his dream, to see one of the most famous and highly respected omega in the Empire who belonged to a prestigious family.

"Oh Lord, is he dead?" Jimin screamed. "Why did you bring me to your work place!" He hid behind Taehyung. "If you're going to do your duty, you should just do it without me here."

"He wasn't supposed to die." Taehyung explained. "This is a rare case. A death that wasn't destined to happen. But because it happened, it will disrupt the destiny of many people."

"He's dead?!" Jimin trembled. "Then why is his aura still shimmering." Only the dead could see the vibrant lights dancing all over a human's skin. It showed the colour of their aura, what they were feeling. And so Jimin had seen the grey that surrounded the Crown Prince for far too long.

"This is a miracle." Taehyung explained. "Something which happens only once every five thousand years. His soul had gone straight to heaven, this man must have no regrets. So his death hasn't been registered properly. When this happens, the Almighty will allow someone who has many regrets to find redemption and continue his life."

"Does this mean..." Jimin stuttered.

"Rule number one, you cannot tell anyone that you were Jimin in your past life. Two, you are now Jimin, the youngest child of the Duke the Lamomoux district."

"What are you saying-" Jimin glared at the reaper, only he would dare to.

"Three, you have one hundred days to make Yoongi, whom is your greatest regret, find love again." Taehyung smiled, it was the first time he had shown such a kind gesture. "If you can't achieve that in one hundred days, no matter what you say, I'm sending you upstairs."

"I don't even know what the h-" Suddenly, Jimin was pushed towards the patient lying on the hospital bed.

Something about him was changing. His joints felt stiff and painful. Physical pain... it wasn't something he thought he feel again. He could smell peppermint in the room. And feel the soft cotton sheets against his finger tips. He could feel everything as if he were a living person. Except he was. He opened his eyes and saw the ceiling. He felt sluggish, like the room was spinning. It was like he was in a dream. But he didn't need to pinch himself because he could feel a wound above his hip. It hurt. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks. Like all the tears he wanted to let out all these years could finally pour from his eyes.

The door had burst opened. A doctor was in his view. "Sir Park." She called out as she checked his vitals. "How are you feeling?" He was alive with all the possibilities running through his mind. One hundred days, began today.

"Take me to the Crown Prince." Jimin breathed.

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