A pure Soul

19.

"You don't need to stay only in your room." "I know. But I feel most comfortable there." "We have to get going soon, you'll be good, right?" "I'll will." "Okay then you can also go in the garden, I trust you to do nothing stupid."

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Author's POV

At 1:30 pm, Jimin sprawled across the large bed, arms and legs flung wide as if to claim as much space as possible. He emitted a groan of boredom while gazing at the ceiling, which, despite its unremarkable white paint and the modern black lamp at its center, somehow held his interest. 

He had already scrutinized every inch of the room the day before, memorizing even the most trivial details like the small scratches on the wardrobe's left corner, likely made by a pet or how it looked like at the opposite wall, was once hanging a painting, which left a "shadow" behind. 

With another sigh, his mind drifted to more pressing concerns: Why am I here? Why would they bother with someone as troublesome as me? Might they expect me to work for them in return for their hospitality? After all, they are Mafiosi; they wouldn't provide for him without expecting something in exchange, right?

He had been lying there since breakfast, simply staring at the ceiling. "I can't keep doing this." He thought, and sat up. His gaze shifted to the window. "Jin said I could go into the garden..." He murmured to himself as he walked towards the window, taking in the view of the expansive garden. He resolved that he would no longer stay in his room, analyzing the nonexistent patterns of the ceiling.

As he quietly exited through the front door, he thought the garden seemed like a paradise.

Even though it was already autumn, the garden glowed in all the different colors of the rainbow. He felt a sensation he had not felt for so many years, a sensation he had almost forgotten it existed... The sensation of peace and the thought that everything will be alright flew through his body. 

He wandered through the nature that seemed to embrace him. The quiet sound of rustling leaves sounded like a promise in his ears, a promise that he was safe and he wouldn't need to worry ever again. His feet moved independently and he was just enjoying every moment in peacefulness he had, savoring it as if they were the precious memories he has ever made.

His feet found a sudden stop as he realized where he was. Once again he found himself standing in the shadow of the wall, which separates him and the rest of Seoul. 

Behind this wall, there were the busy streets and the hectic life. He remembered himself walking through them like a ghost invisible to the rest of the world but yet there. He laid his hand against the cold wall feeling the rough texture on his skin. 

It was ironic to think that all this beauty and peace was locked away behind thick concrete walls, so that the outside world only saw the ugly and threatening looking outside without looking deeper and noticing the hidden beauty. It reflected the way society works really well...

He let his hand run across the wall as he moved along it counterclockwise. He didn't know why but he enjoyed the rough texture caressing his fingertips. He wasn't sure when it happened but he was humming a happy song, a song his mother always sang for him whenever he was scared. It was such a long time ago that he had forgotten the words and the name of the song but the melody was suddenly ringing through his head. His eyes teared up, for him it felt like his mother was singing this song right now from wherever she might be, still looking after him like a guardian angel.