The Angel's Touch | jhs.pjm

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"Don't let others decide
who you are right now
and who you are going
to be. They want to
control you, don't
let them do what they
want as they please."

January 1, 2019
Park Jimin's Residence
2:30am

Park Jimin's Point of View

"Can you tell me where you live?"

🧚🏻‍♀️

My eyes flutter open to the same room that I have lived in for the past few years after the members had decided to live in separate homes for them to live with their beloved family. I had none after the tragic death of my parents.

My mother had died from leukemia, while my dad died of liver cancer. He tried to drink the pain away from losing her, not knowing that he will be meeting her in a nearer date.

"Ah," I breathe out and turn my head to the side. The stranger that had come up to me just a while ago is now sleeping beside me with his arms hugging his own waist. He looks like a puppy.

"Did he see my face while I was sleeping?" I thought to myself, which resulted to a long and sad sigh.

I am not confident in what I look like. He probably scrunched his nose in disgust when he saw me sleeping. Additionally, did I snore?

I cover my eyes with my arm in total embarrassment, "This is driving me crazy."

I feel his body shift on the bed and I immediately look at the side to observe his movements. His body relieves from the position that he was in earlier before he unconsciously turns to face the opposite direction— which results to him falling down from the mattress. I hear him plop down on the floor with a grunt and I immediately sit up to look at him.

He must feel confused and embarrassed right now.

"At least I'm not alone in feeling that way," I shake the thought away, that was rude.

He lifts his head up and starts to identify his surroundings. His eyes were half open and his lips form a pout. He is definitely a puppy in a human's body.

After a few seconds of him just processing the whole situation, his face shows a more alert expression. He probably realized that he is not in his own bedroom— nor house.

"Ah!" He claps and turns to look behind him, making my cheeks flush in surprise, "I saved you earlier, right?"

I nod, "So, you forgot."

"No, I just thought that those events were a dream," he lets his fingers comb through his jet black hair.

"Oh, also, good evening?" He sheepishly smiles at me while I try to maintain a poker face, "So, it really wasn't a dream," he whispers to himself.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I question, breaking the ice between us ever since he spaced out, "I would actually like to get to know the stranger that had helped me earlier."

"Right," he stands up from the floor and bows gracefully, "Nice to meet you! My name is Jung Hoseok and I'm currently 26 years old. How about you?"

I wrap my blanket around my body and bow my head, "My name is Park Jimin. Currently 25 years old."

"Oh! You are younger than me by a year," he says.

An uncomfortable silence follows suit and both of us let our eyes linger to different parts in the room.

"I heard you singing a lullaby to yourself earlier, your voice was soothing," he breaks the ice with a smile, "What song were you singing?"

"Oh, it's named Sweet Night. It's sung by our band's youngest member. His name is Kim Taehyung," I explain, but he just shows a confused expression.

"You have probably never heard of us," I awkwardly laugh, "I will introduce them to you someday."

"Your friend is talented, he should write more," he smiles, "I'm sorry for not being able to recognize you and your band."

"It's alright. Perhaps you might get to know us soon, our band name is Proof."

He nods in acknowledgment, "Can you sing more of it? You have a great voice."

I shyly smile, thankful for the compliment that I have received, but then my mind suddenly decides to fix up a date between me and my inner demons.

"I would not say that it is something out of the ordinary nor soothing, I would like to think that I am like everybody else," I say, "Besides, some people don't even think that I am someone special."

"How so?" I look up at him, "You are beautiful, smart, talented, and unique. You are someone special and you are someone with a good heart. Don't let other people tell you otherwise. You should have your own loving perception of yourself."

I purse my lips and tighten my grip on my blanket, "Why does he have to be so wordy? Like, a positive kind of wordy."

"Are you feeling better? I was really worried when I saw you like that earlier," he frowns and gently sits down on my bed.

"I'm fine now, don't worry about it," I shamelessly lie through my teeth. He does not have to know about the truth.

He sighs, "Be secretive all you want, but I already know the truth after your actions today."

A loud tone from his pocket fills the room, however he does not acknowledge it.

"I think you're getting a call," I point to his left pocket and he shoots me another confused look. He takes out the phone and exclaims a loud, "Oh!"

"Excuse me for a moment," he says, "I'm sorry for the interruption."

"It's alright, don't worry," I smile.

He then goes out and leaves me in the dimly-lit room, the moon being the only source of light.

"He is a strange one," I pout, "But I am also grateful for the kindness that he had shown me today."

"I should give him back the same kindness that he had given me," I thought to myself as I proceed to lay down on my bed.