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XI : Black

March 20th at 11:37 p.m.

It was declared to be Jimin's time of death by the pathologist in charge.

The cause of death was written as "respiratory impairment from being in liquid" or known in familiar words as "drowning".

After rounds of questioning and investigation, the officials concluded it as an act of suicide. Especially when the victim had wrote a letter to his mother which was full of apologies and wishes for her to be happy.

While here I am, left with a big fat nothing from him.

He is gone.

He had breathed his last while I was asleep.

I pushed the door open just to find out that it wasn't locked.

I took a step inside the bathroom.

I saw something I thought I would never have to see in my life.

My knees went weak and started to fail supporting my body.

Inside the tub filled with water, there lies Park Jimin.

And he's not moving. I stayed still near the door for a few seconds but he didn't budge a bit.

"Jimin-ah!" my reaction then was to run to him and to get him out the water.

But I had fell for my legs suddenly lose it's strength, so I dragged myself to him. "No, no, no, no..." He was only covered in a beater tank and shorts in such a cold weather. I tried pulling him out the water but he was heavy and my hands were slippery. I managed to get his head out the water. His face was slightly swollen, but his features I grew up looking to were clear.

"Jimin-ah, answer me, please, Jimin-ah" I shook him.

I tried finding his pulse but failed, the same happened when I reached out my ears to his heartbeat.

"Jimin-ah, please don't be like this." I closed my eyes tight, praying my heart out that when I opened my eyes Jimin would do the same. "Jimin, wake up would you?" tears started filling my closed eyes, pouring out as soon I opened them and finding that Jimin hadn't did the same.

"PARK JIMIN!" I screamed my lungs out. There was no response from him, his eyes were tight shut, his face was pale, and his lip was blueish. I tried calling to his name one more time but it was disrupted by the tears and huge knot that formed in my throat. My eyes hurt from the lack of sleep and tears that are forming, my throat hurt, my head hurt, but what hurts the most is my chest, it feels like someone is jabbing on it with a three headed knife.

"Jimin-ah" my voice was desperate and shaky as hell. I held into his cold, lifeless body. It became hard for me to breathe, I gasped for air but I kept calling his name. "Jimin-ah, what the heck is wrong with you? Wake up... please." I held into him tightly, my hands stroked his hair. My hands, my top, and my hair got wet but I didn't care a bit. All I care about is to get him to wake up.

"Fuck... Fuck. Fuck." I cursed under my breathe and pounded my head onto the tub repeatedly. My cheeks were all wet from my own tears and water from the damned tub. I hear screaming from the direction of the door and saw the blurry silhouette of Mrs. Park. I watched her fell to her knees. But then my vision started to darken and my whole body gave up itself to the floor.

I blinked my eyes open. Everything in my vision was white. My eyes still hurt. After blinking for a few more times my vision started to clear. I stared at the white rectangles above me, it took me a split second to realize that it was the ceiling of a hospital. I instantly remembered of what happened and immediately sat up. The pang inside my head returned and I pressed my hands on the sides of my head.