The Bucket List | Park Jimin editing

06; Lost

Author's note: I came back much quicker. Since I passed that awful writers block, I came back with a chapter that made no sense. Anyway, I published a new story! Check it out in my profile!

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

All of a sudden it hits me.

A flood of memories of him and I.

Park Jimin was not just any person. He was a patient that I fell in love with, the missing boy in my elementary class, he was the man who I called snow.

How could've I forgotten him? The man in front of me was almost untouchable, like an angel that fell from the sky. His fiery orange hair glowed brilliantly in front of me as his eyes burned into my soul. I tried touching him, but his touch only pricked me.

"Jimin, it's you! I remember you now!" I tried to hold his hand.

Jimin frowned and moved away from me, "And you will forget me again."

He walked towards me and kissed me softly on the forehead before he covered my eyes with his hands. His touch was cold and his kiss melted into my skin. He whispered something into my ear that brought me back.

"Don't you think the color of my nails are a little weird on me?" I watched Jimin paint my nails with so much focus and precision.

Jimin glared at me, "Eunji-ah you need to calm down. Everything is beautiful on you. Plus I like the color pink on you."

I snorted, "You need to calm down Jimin. Always complimenting me."

Jimin laughed, "Wow aren't you getting a little feisty."

He moved closer to my face, kissing me on the cheek. I blushed mad red and was tempted to slap him. We were quiet once again and this time I watched him carefully and neatly coat my nails with pastel pink nail polish.

"Jimin?"

He was so into his task that he did not hear me call his name. I chuckled and called him again.

"Jiminnie," I leaned forward and kissed him on the temple.

He clicked his tongue, "Oh shit, I messed up your nail."

"Jimin," I called him again.

He hummed as he tried to clean up his mistake.

"If either of us were to die, would you still remember me if we were born again?"

"Of course," he didn't hesitate to answer, "Even if you were to forget me, I'll always remember you. I'll find you until the end. Even if it will take a million years to do so."

"Why would you do that?" I gazed at him.

He looked up and flashed me his famous eye smile, "Because I love you."

"Are you there?"

I was breathing heavily.

Jimin was no longer by my side and instead I only heard the sound of Taehyung's voice.

Impossible! I turned to look out my window. There was no rain, just the calm night sky. The clock was still moving. My phone was still in my hand with Taehyung still on the line. How could everything still be the same?

"Eunji-ah, did you fall asleep on me?" he had a playful tone in his voice.

I could only shake and swallow as I brought the phone to my ear, "H-how long was I out?"

Taehyung laughed, "Whoa, you're awake. Why do you sound so shaken? Woke up from a bad dream or something?"

I anxiously picked on my lip, "How long have I been out?"