Healing Hearts with Hia (JimmySea fanfic)

Parallel Paths in the Night

As if guided by fate, Force, Book, and Sea found themselves stepping into the vibrant club where Pierre's bachelor party was in full swing. The pulsating atmosphere of music and laughter engulfed them as soon as they crossed the threshold. The club was a kaleidoscope of colorful lights, casting dynamic shadows over the lively crowd that moved rhythmically to the beats reverberating through the air.

Book's eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of the festive scene. He turned to Sea with a playful grin, giving him a nudge. "See, isn't this amazing?"

Sea glanced around, taking in the throngs of people. The sheer number of partygoers and the energy of the place felt slightly overwhelming. He noticed a particularly animated group in the corner, clearly the epicenter of the bachelor party celebrations.

Force appeared behind them, his voice filled with anticipation. "Come on, let's get some drinks at the bar."

They made their way to the bar and ordered drinks, each sip easing the tension and blending them into the vibe of the evening. After a couple of rounds, Force leaned into Book with a mischievous smile. "Shall we dance?"

Book, always ready for a bit of fun, extended his hand to Sea. "Join us?"

Sea shook his head with a gentle smile. "You guys go ahead. I'll keep an eye on our stuff."

Force and Book moved towards the dance floor, their bodies swaying naturally to the music. Sea watched them from his spot, a small smile playing on his lips as he observed their joyous movements. But as he watched his friends, his thoughts drifted back to Jimmy. The memories stirred a deep, unspoken sadness within him, and a tear escaped down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, taking a long gulp from his drink, trying to drown the emotion rising within him.

Book, ever the vigilant friend, kept glancing back at Sea even as he danced. He sighed, concern etched on his face. Force, sensing Book's distraction, gently touched his cheek. "Mochi, what's on your mind?"

Book subtly nodded towards Sea, who was now sitting alone, eyes glistening with fresh tears despite his attempts to mask them with another drink. "He's crying again," Book said softly, the worry in his eyes evident.

Force looked over at Sea, noticing his solitary struggle. He squeezed Book's hand reassuringly. "He might need some time to himself. Let's give him a moment. We'll check on him soon."Book nodded, though the worry didn't fade from his gaze as they continued to dance, their movements more subdued, their thoughts with Sea.

Meanwhile, across the club, Jimmy arrived fashionably late. The thumping music and vibrant atmosphere immediately enveloped him, and he began scanning the room for Pierre. The dim, pulsating lights made it challenging to pick out faces, but soon he spotted Pierre standing up from a table, waving eagerly.

"Pierre!" Jimmy called out, his smile broadening as he navigated through the crowd towards his friend, exchanging nods and brief greetings with familiar faces along the way.

As Jimmy reached the table, Pierre pulled him into a warm embrace. "Jimmy! So glad you could make it," Pierre exclaimed, the excitement in his voice cutting through the noise.

Jimmy returned the handshake with equal enthusiasm. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied, his voice brimming with energy and relief from a day filled with intense seminars.

They exchanged pleasantries, catching up on recent happenings amidst the pulsating beat of the club's music. Pierre introduced Jimmy to the group at the table—a mix of colleagues and fellow medical professionals, all gathered to celebrate Pierre's impending nuptials.

The atmosphere was electric with camaraderie and the shared joy of the occasion. Laughter rang out, glasses clinked, and animated conversations filled the air. Jimmy quickly felt at ease, soaking in the vibrant energy and the much-needed break from his hectic schedule.

Unbeknownst to each other, Sea and Jimmy shared the same space but remained in their separate worlds. Sea continued to wrestle with his thoughts at the bar, while Jimmy immersed himself in the festivities with Pierre and his friends. The paths of their evenings seemed to run parallel, yet they hadn't crossed, leaving each to navigate their emotions and experiences in the lively but vast sea of the club.