Jimin slowly regain concious as he opened his eyes.
He felt something in his chest as he coughed out water.
Jimin removed the breathing mask that was on him,
His dad dozing off by him, was startled as he patted Jimin's back.
" Jimin? Are you okay? "
Jimin pats his own chest to calm himself down, and looks at his dad with a big, fat smile.
" Abuji. "
Jimin pounced at his dad and gave him the biggest hug he had ever given. His dad embraced him and stroked his hair soothingly.
" Jimin, my son. What were you thinking? "
Jimin came to realisation for what he did. Seriously, what was he thinking. And soon, he changed his expression into a more serious look.
He held onto his dad's arms, firmly as he spoke.
" Dad. I need help. I know it now. "
" Jimin.. "
" Please. I get it now. "
Unbelieveably, Mr.Park burst into tears. Hot tears. Tears of joy perhaps. Jimin smiled as he embraced his dad once again, giving him comfort.
Mr.Park recalled something. Just last night, the doctor came into Jimin's room as his dad jumps up and ran to the doctor.
" What happened to Jimin? "
The doctor pushed his glasses upwards, and flipped the pages of the clipboard.
" We have examined Jimin's body, and truly believed that he tried to drown himself. "
Mr.Park was shocked by the news as he shook his head slowly.
" No, Jimin wouldn't. "
The doctor calmly nodded, as Mr.Park collasped onto the chair that he was sitting on. The doctor walked towards and stood beside Jimin, he held onto Jimin's wrist gently and expose the right side of the arm.
There were scratch marks.
Dried blood filling up the wounds.
Not suprisingly, Jimin scratched out the words: Y O O N G I on his arm.
" Jimin's issue is getting worse. I'm going to get him some medication pills, just to relax him a bit. No serious side effects. "
As the doctor is writing the description swiftly onto Jimin's page, Mr.Park was still petrified by the shocking news.
" Would he be cured? "
The doctor looked up, before leaving the room.
" To cure depression, he has to walk out of it. He has to understand and identify them. No pills nor medicine could help him, really. He needs a guide, you perhaps? "
Mr.Park nodded slightly while the doctor gave a big grin and left the room.
" Yeah. Of course. Me. "
" Do you really get it? "
Jimin looked deep into his father's eyes. He saw his desperate dad, trying to make things right.
Jimin nodded as he brushed his bangs away.
His eyes scanned through the whole room. There were unidentified tubes inside of him; he was wearing a breathing mask; the lights in this room isn't bright enough to travel to the corners; his dad, has slept here and never left for god knows how long.
What has he become?
From making his dad proud to making his dad suffer.
What has he been thinking?
Jimin looked at his dad, the same way he looked at his dad when he was younger. His hero, his saviour.
He noticed the scar on his arm, as he examined it throughly.
Jimin's dad gave a shoulder pat, like an encouragement.
" Jimin. You can do it. "
Jimin tightened his fist as he raised his arm.
" This would be a friendly reminder. "
" I'm going to guide you Jimin. Through every obstacle and setback, until you have regained confidence to walk down the streets and shout out your name to the world. You, Park Jimin. "
Jimin looked up, and mummured to himself.
" Park Jimin is back. "
