The Bucket List | Park Jimin editing

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a/n: sCrEAMS *filler chapter ahead (skip if you want) 

I stirred in my sleep, blinking away the blurred images to get a clearer view of my ceiling. I was still in daze, wondering if everything that I have witnessed the night before was real. It's crazy how the memory was crystal clear in my head, almost playing like a movie. I rubbed my eyes and felt the empty space beside me. Turning my head, I realized that Jimin was no longer there. 

"You're finally awake."

I jerked, startled by the sound of his deep voice. 

"Woke up from a bad dream?" I looked up to see my doctor who was too busy looking at his clipboard. 

"No..." I shook my head and craned my neck to look past my doctor's shoulder. I was expecting Jimin to walk in but instead, a nurse appeared.

My doctor clicked his pen and began scribbling in his notepad, "Have you been feeling anything strange lately?" 

"Well..." I started and scratched my leg, "I can feel something...like my toes twitching." 

The man smiled and shut his notebook close. He meandered excitedly towards my bed with his white lab coat trailing gracefully behind him. "Well this is unbelievable, but it looks like your way to good health shouldn't be too far!" 

Sometimes I couldn't understand my brother's doctor language, "I don't get it." 

"Good news Ms. Kim! Looks like your muscles and nerves are starting to function, so your 5% chance of walking again has increased to 65%!" he sat on the end of my bed and squeezed my leg. 

I was still winded by the whole ordeal between now and last night, so I could not process simple information in my head, "Namjoon, I'm a little slow at the moment. Can you talk to me in Korean. Not in medical language." 

He laughed, "I was saying that you should be able to walk again in no time. I don't know when, but I know soon." 

I nodded my head airily as I listened to the incredible news of my flourishing health. Jimin was right. I was getting better and that walking is just at arms reach. What would Jimin say if I told him the good news? What about Taehyung? The thought of those two tore my heart and I couldn't decide who to tell first. I wished I asked for Jimin's number before he left. Who knows when he will visit me again. 

"Aren't you excited? That means you can go back to school and catch up with your classes!" 

I cringed at the sound of returning to my ordinary life. My life back then was uninteresting; for some reason I felt like being paralyzed gave me a better perspective about life. Losing my legs made me learn two things. One, to be content and two, to cherish everything I do have. I forced myself to nod my head at the idea of me returning to my lifestyle.

"Thank you so much for looking after me," I hugged my brother with so much admiration and thanks. 

There was code I heard called the Code of Medical Ethics. It stated that it was highly unrecommended to treat immediate family members. Him being the daring person he is, took the big risk to take me as his first patient; making me feel forever in debt with this man who I am proud to call my brother. 

Namjoon returned the hug, "Of course. I'm your freaking brother! What do you expect?"

We pulled away from each others embrace. It had been a while since we talked as siblings and not as doctor and patient. I cherished every moment I had with my brother because we won't have everything forever. Namjoon flicked my forehead one last time before he was called to check on another patient. As he stood from my bed, I grabbed my brother's hand.

"Do you know perhaps what the date is today?"

"June 1st. Why?" Namjoon looked at his agenda.

I shook my head and said my thank yous to both him and the nurse. I watched them swiftly leave my room and waited for the click of the door. Again I am alone with just me and my thoughts.

June first huh. Jimin must've sent me forward in time. Or maybe everything was just me hallucinating. The medication prescriptions were probably getting into my head. There was however, a strong part of me that knew that there was something supernatural was going around; but at the same time I wanted to believe that life is normal and scientifically correct. Jimin's phenomenal powers  were just my fantasies.

I recall my past conversation with the old man. I smiled at the lost memory of him and I. He would always drill into my head that the world is made up of unspoken things humans couldn't comprehend. Or that we always tend to fear the unknown so we created the concept science to make us feel content. The more we know, the more we get lost. I didn't believe him back then, but now I'm starting to.

The rain drops are tapping again on my window and I can only wonder what Jimin is doing. I rested my hands by my side. My slender fingers touched a notebook. It was Jimin's book of ambitions and dreams. I was reassured that Jimin was in fact real and that this notebook was the sole proof of his existence.

The boy who defied logic and reasoning.

I cracked open the book and read down the pages again. I admired his messy handwriting and the tear stained marks on the pages.

"Remember me," I read out loud. I grabbed my pen and crossed it out neatly.

Now three things were crossed from the list. Twenty seven more things to go. I drew a heart in each corner of the page before I closed it, setting it in my lap.

I glanced at my window, "Just wait for me Jimin. I will walk and we will finish this bucket list."