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One Last Time Pt. 1 | Jimin

I am really really sorry for the long breaks between every imagines! thank you to those who have been patient!

one.

It had all been a blur.

Everything.

But no different than your last death.

You opened your eyes to see that you were in a new place, a room you clearly did not recognize. You were tucked inside an unfamiliar bed and sat up, rubbing your onyx-colored eyes; they were once a warm shade of brown.

You glanced at a calendar hanging on the wall and stared at the bold, red circle on the 11th. 

February 11th. 6:32 am. 

Six months had passed. 

Six months since the car accident. 

Six months since you died. 

And six months in a world where everything was dark and quiet. Nobody wanted to be in that place.

You assumed that your funeral was over, your past body buried deep in the ground.

Sighing, you got out of bed, your feet landing on the softest carpet you've ever felt. You padded over to the dresser and opened it, to find a credit card, a passport, a driver's license, and other means of identification. You scanned the white sheets of paper, murmuring the name you would have for your next life. 

"Shin Rayoung. 22 years old. Birthday, October 13th, 1995..."

You teared up as you read the date and you tried to hold back your tears as you begin to recollect memories of laughing and smiling with him. Watching him blow out the candles and teasing him about his birthday wish. 

He had told you his wish after your relentless teasing.

To be with you forever.

Ignoring your quickening heartbeat, you carefully collected and placed the items on top of the dresser. You opened the other drawers to find them nearly stuffed with clothes. Choosing a black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, you put them on and slung a white tote bag over your shoulder. You slipped on a black cap and a black mask before heading out. 

two.

"Wake up, Jimin."

Hoseok shook the black-haired boy awake and flashed a wide smile when he saw him open his eyes. But his smile immediately fell once he saw the hollow look in his friend's eyes. The older male sighed knowingly but continued his mission to wake him up until Jimin sat up, glaring at Hoseok. 

"Happy?" he spat out. Hoseok's heart hurt for him; he understood that his friend was hurting even more ever since he came back from her funeral. But Jimin, the boy he shared an apartment with since their college days and treated like his brother, was no longer himself.

If there were only a way to bring back the dead.

"Jimin..." 

"Please, leave me alone, Hoseok. I don't want to be bothered right now. Please."

"Alright." Before leaving the room, Hoseok softly reminded him of the party that Namjoon was going to host. 

"It's in two days, remember it. Namjoon really does want you to come." He paused for a moment. "He misses you. The guys miss you too. We all do."

The door closed gently, leaving Jimin in his despair. 

Six months since she had gone. 

Since she had died.