THE LAST CALL | VMIN

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Jimin took a deep breath, He stood in awe, his eyes fixed on the majestic silhouette of Mount Everest as it loomed in the distance.

The setting sun bathed the rugged terrain in a warm, golden light, casting a mesmerizing glow over the landscape.

The air was crisp and pure, carrying with it the earthy fragrance of pine trees.

As he gazed up at the formidable peak, a surge of excitement and anticipation coursed through his veins.

In just six months, he and his crew would embark on the challenge of a lifetime - scaling this magnificent mountain that had captured their hearts and ignited their determination.

A wide grin spread across Jimin's face as he envisioned the thrill of conquering each treacherous slope and navigating through the unpredictable weather.

He could already feel the rush of adrenaline as he pushed himself to new heights, both physically and mentally. The thought of standing at the summit, gazing out over the world below, filled him with a sense of triumph and accomplishment.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning his head, he found Namjoon, His crew mate.

"Hyung"

Namjoon smiled looking at the excited one.

"Already excited? There's still 6 months left before we start climbing"

Jimin chuckled, Looking back at the mountain

"Yeah..."

He said

"Just 6 months and I'll be on the top"

Namjoon laughed a little while patting Jimin's shoulder

"Alright then. But first, Let's go and have something. I am super hungry"

Jimin nodded and after glancing at the peak one last time, They made their way towards the small cafe besides their hotel.

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The air in the cafe was thick with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of chatter from the other patrons.

Jimin and his crew mates sat at a table near the window, sipping on their drinks as they discussed their upcoming training for the climb up Mount Everest.

They had been in Nepal for a few days now, getting acclimated to the altitude and preparing themselves mentally for the grueling journey ahead.

As they talked, their attention was drawn to a young man behind the counter who was speaking in Korean.

It was rare to hear their native language in this foreign land, so they perked up and listened intently.

The man was correcting another patron's pronunciation, his voice smooth and melodic as he spoke.

"That guy sounds like he's from Korea,"

Jin remarked, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at the employee.

"Yeah, I think you're right,"

Jungkook agreed, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the man.

Hoseok chuckled.

"I wonder if he knows we're also from Korea. We should talk to him."

Namjoon nodded.

"It would be nice to have a conversation in our own language for a change."

As if on cue, the employee, whose name tag read "Taehyung," approached their table to take their order.

His hairs were messy, dark circles under his eyes, clothes weren't ironed, shoes dirty. He looked depressed.