4 o'clock

0200

I remember that day when you told me how happy you were when you got an e-mail, telling that you got offered a job in a publishing company. I remember the way your smile broadened while talking about it, how your heart flattered whenever you think about it.

I remember everything.

"Taehyung, I got offered to work in a magazine publishing company," he said, as he approached me from behind. His squeaky voice echoed the entire quiet and dark park. It was 4:30 am—he was 30 minutes late, but he was acting as if nothing was happening.

"What company?" I asked, surprised and confused at the same time, wasn't sure how I was supposed to react because he had kept me waiting for 30 minutes, and second, he surprised me in this pitch black park. I almost scared to death.

"Samjoo Publishing," he said, while taking a seat next to me.

Samjoo Publishing, a widely known magazine publisher company, usually hires amateur writers for them to improve their writing skills by writing their own story, and publish it in their weekly magazine.

I was taken aback by the sudden announcement as I was starting to realise what he was talking about.

"CONGRATULATIONS BRO!" I playfully slapped his arm, my eyes widen twice in size and I could clearly hear Jimin giggling, revealing his top crooked teeth and bottom teeth matching in pairs as his eyes were smiling as well.

Proud, proud was the only thing I was feeling. I was proud that he finally had a stage for him to perform and shine. I was proud that he was one step closer of being a writer, a dream that he always wanted to achieve.

"Which department are you in?" I asked, as soon as both of us had calmed down.

"The poetry and short story department, basically the department I'm in is full of amazing writers," he smiled through the thoughts of having to work with the people who had the same passion as him.

"You are one of them now," I locked my eyes into his, and he stole a gaze to me, before chuckling out of embarrassment.

"No, no. I'm an amateur writer. I'm so far behind them," he chuckled. I could see his cheeks were starting to blush in an unattractive pale pink.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Park Jimin," I laughed, followed by Jimin who was laughing along with me. Jimin laughed over everything when he's happy, and I knew, he was at his happiest state at that moment.

The smile didn't seem to be fading away any moment.

Jimin felt his breath rattled, and he coughed his lungs out until he retched before tears stung his eyes.

I stared at him, watching how bad and loud he was coughing, and worries were starting to flash through my mind the longer I sat by and watched him.

"Man, are you okay?" I held him by his shoulders. "I'm okay, this 4 am weather is slowly ruining me," he giggled with his strained voice.

A grin worked its way across my face, while slowly moved my gaze to the river in front of us.

The same river, the same time, the same position, the same sound, the same person.

The soft sound of the river water flowing was in between of the short silence between us, as the sky was starting to get in its natural reddish color, between dawn and dusk.

I could see a bright flash of light coming from the edge of the universe, I squinted my eyes as the bright sunlight coming from the sun that was about to rise.

What a beautiful view.

With a beautiful person.

I took a glance on my watch, "it's almost 6, no wonder," I whispered under my breath.

"WHAT!" Jimin gasped, and I moved my focus to him who had his eyes widen. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to be late on my first day!" he yelled at himself as he grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pockets, and put his hands into his jackets pockets.

He really cannot stand the cold nowadays.

Jimin rose from the bench, and faced me as he put his hand out for a fist bump.

"Jimin! Hahahaha!" I started to laugh my head out when I saw his red nose and flushed cheeks. Jimin was flustered at my sudden laugh, "Ya, why are you laughing?" he glared down to me with a confused face, and a confused mind.

"Take a look at yourself, Jiminie. Did you bump into someone you like earlier? Oooohhh," I giggled while teasing the red-faced Jimin.

He frowned, before pulled his phone out and turned the front camera on and looked at himself. I could hear him gasping while looking at his flushed face.

"Oh my god," he whispered laughingly, while his fingers ran through his face.

"Go, go to work with a face like that," I snaked my hand out from my pockets and showed a hand gesture like I was expelling him.

He giggled, before saying his goodbye and disappeared out of my sight.

I wish I knew earlier.
I wish, Jimin.
I wish.

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