Close to Heaven

Jimin

Another knock interrupted my thoughts. "Hello," I called. My voice was still weak from radiation and my sickness. The door opened and there stood six men, all staring at me. Not to mention very handsome. "Uh-I-um-Hi," I stuttered, a blush growing along my cheeks. 

Why am I blushing? Of course, they're cute, but I'm dying, I can't have a crush! I thought to myself. I inwardly kicked myself and rid my mind of any thoughts of romance. "Hello, we are BTS!" The men said, in perfect unison. 

A man with yellow hair stepped forward. "I am Kim Namjoon, this is Kim Seokjin, that one is Min Yoongi, he is Jung Hoseok, this is Jeon Jungkook, this is Kim Taehyung, and-" the one called Namjoon peered over Jungkook's head. "Ah, there you are. This one is Park Jimin," Namjoon pulled a shorter man out from behind the group.

Seeing the last man's face plunged me into a memory. No, a dream. A dream in which I am walking on the clouds. I am walking on the clouds with an angel of a man. I gasped. It was him! Jimin was the man from my dream! Jimin's golden hair and turquoise eyes were the golden hair turquoise eyes from my dream. His full lips and prominent eyebrows were also the same, now that I think of it. The only difference was Jimin was wearing a light blue cuffed shirt, with ripped jeans.

"Are you alright?" His soft-voiced pulled me gently out of my thoughts. I realized I had been staring at him intensely for a while now. "Yes, I'm sorry. You just remind me of someone I've seen before, that's all." I smiled and folded my hands in my lap. Namjoon grinned. "Well it's good you think you might know Jimin because he is your assigned volunteer," he cheered. Jimin smiled widely at me, revealing a mouth full of beautiful white teeth.

The strangest feeling came over me. It was a nostalgic urge to actually grin, something that hadn't happened for the longest time. I felt happy. I gave in to the urge and let my lips stretch wide. "Wonderful," I breathed. 

All of BTS came to my bedside and either patted my shoulder or put an arm around me, their best attempt at a hug when I couldn't move to accommodate them. I tried for Hoseok because he was so kind and happy, but a jolt of pain shot through my spine and I cried out. "Yah, do you need the nurse?" Hoseok fretted. "I'm okay, just a little sore," 

I realized that all of BTS might not know about my condition and I wasn't sure I wanted to tell them.