The Bucket List | Park Jimin editing

05; Going Back

Author note: Heyoo I'm back with something confusing? I had a major writers block and I was debating whether or not to continue this story. Anyway, the chapter is weird and I've spent almost an entire month trying to get this chapter done. Yeah it's short, but I mean...here it is? 

It's going to be really confusing but hopefully it will end well. 

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 "Have you been eating well?"

I smiled at the sound of his raspy voice in the phone. It's been awhile since I have heard the sound of Taehyung's voice. His voice was comforting and it made me feel like the old times haven't changed. Taehyung made it seem like we were still kids that ran as if the world depended on it. I didn't want to get too nostalgic about my past.

"Yes, I have," I replied in a quiet voice. He grunted and scolded me again, making sure I was eating my meals. I can only laugh at his troubling antics.

"I don't want to come back to Seoul with you looking like a ghost! You have to weigh more than me before I get there."

I chuckled and complied with his request, "Alright, alright. I'll eat so much that I'll pop!"

I can imagine him crossing his arms over his chest while nodding his head like an uncle that had accomplished something not worth feeling victorious about. So much has changed from the time I've been in the hospital, but at the same time nothing has really changed, but I can't help but ignore those obvious changes. The relationship I have with Taehyung was different yet I don't know what was different about it.

I didn't respond much to Taehyung's ramblings and only listened to the sound of his voice. Thoughts were running endlessly in my mind like the usual.

"Eunji? Hello? Did you fall asleep on me?"

I hadn't realized that he was asking me a question, "Oh no no. I'm just looking out my window and I kind of wandered off to space."

"Was there anything interesting you saw outside?"

Was there anything interesting outside? Not sure. It was more like an unconscious search for someone, specifically Park Jimin. The boy who used to bother me and sneak into my room. The boy who would hold my hand and lay his head on my lap. The boy with an interesting bucket list that settled by my side.

He hadn't visited me for a week and it worried me.

"Hey Taehyung," I stared blankly at the clock, "You do know a boy named Park Jimin...right?"

"Who? Park Jimin?" His voice sounded confused, "Oh yes I have! He's a friend of mine I wanted you to meet. Have you met him yet?"

I nodded my head, "Yes I have but, I don't quite remember meeting him at all."

Taehyung hummed, "Well...we were classmates with him and then he moved away."

Something wasn't right. I felt a sudden wave of emotions hit me like a truck. I clutched onto my chest and tried to control the frantic beatings of my heart. "Moved away?" Something was telling me he didn't just move away.

"That's what I've heard," he didn't sound so sure himself, "He just started hanging out with us and then he disappeared."

The clock was about to strike twelve, "It seems like you and I only remember him...in some way..."

Taehyung sighed, "You're right. I've asked Hoseokie hyung about Jimin, but he said he's never heard of that name before. The teacher didn't even announce him transferring out. Everybody forgot about him--like he almost never existed."

Never existed?

It suddenly became quiet.

There was no Taehyung.

No beeping monitor.

Just the sound of my own heartbeat in sync with the ticking of the clock. For some odd reason I couldn't look away from that wretched clock. It was if I was waiting for the clock to do something bizarre. The ticking was getting louder and louder, making an annoying ringing noise in my ear. I felt faint and tired and a tingling sensation in my lifeless limbs.

"What?" I couldn't hear my own voice.

The clock stopped and rain started to pour hard, replacing the anxious ticking with the sound of rain tapping on the window. It was the first time since I turned my view somewhere else. I forcefully tore my eyes away to look at my window and saw strong gusts of wind threatened to rip the trees from their place. The sight was terrifying and at the same time, it was breathtaking. Suddenly I felt a sharp prick on my leg.

I'm dreaming. It can't be true.

I looked at my foot and attempted to move a toe.

"Oh my God," I saw my toe move effortlessly, "I'm fucking dreaming."

"No, you're not," The window was open and I can see a figure standing next to it with his arms crossed, "This is the ultimate truth."

He closed the window and again we were embraced by the sound of our own breathing. His voice was soft yet firm and all knowingly, but most of all it sounded too good to be true.

"Jimin?" my eyes widened.

His hair was bright orange--it looked too much like fire--not like his sweet tousled brown hair. His expression was fierce and I searched desperately for the Jimin that hid under his large circle-framed glasses.

"Did you noticed time stopped right now?" Jimin spoke. I felt shivers running down my spine.

I swallowed hard, "Yes."

He walked sluggishly forward, "Time stopped."

I laughed, "That's ridiculous! Did that dye get into your brain Jimin?"

Jimin wasn't laughing, "I'm serious Eunji, I'm not kidding."

Scared was the least I felt, I felt terrified, "Time? Stopping? I don't understand."

"I died Eunji. So time will reset back."