Without Regrets | PJM ✓

24 | TWENTY-FOUR

"Open your mouth," Taehyung instructed, pushing the spoonful porridge slowly towards Jimin's tightly closed mouth.

"What the heck are you doing? I'm not a kid, i can eat by myself," Jimin protested, feeling annoyed of the other's behaviour. He honestly never liked nor enjoyed being treated like a six year old kid, even if it was his family doing so.

"Because i know if i just leave the food here on the table, you will just stare or play with the contents using your spoon without even eating it." Taehyung deadpanned, circling the stainless steel spoon he had in his right hand in the porridge bowl. He also blew gently on it as he spin his utensil, cooling the porridge for Jimin to eat.

Jimin silenced himself, admitting to himself that he agreed what Taehyung just said to him. He knew that he would never win against Taehyung in that situation, so he just give up and open his mouth as he let the man feed him his food.

After Jimin finished his meal, Taehyung left the private ward room to sent the porridge bowl he used earlier back to the kitchen.

Jimin sat on his bed with his blanket covering his both legs while staring at the light green painted wall. His brain was progressing about the dream he had earlier. The television was still switched on, playing some shows that Jimin didn't even bother to watch. His mind is already flying away from reality.

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"Hyung!" The male called him with a cheerful voice while he was busy adoring the flower he found in the garden. "Jimin hyung!"

Jimin craned his neck towards the loud voice calling his name. But despite how loud the voice seemed to be, he can't see anyone there other than himself eventhough the person sounded as if they were standing next to him.

"Jimin hyung, i'm here! Try to find me!" The voice exclaimed with the same tone of voice like earlier and Jimin furrowed his brows as this scene was similar to the memories he had stored in mind from a long time ago. Seven years ago to be exact.

Upon that memories he was reminded of, one familiar name resurfaced his mind.

Hyunmin. Jung Hyunmin.

He know he wasn't imagining things at all. It's the painful reality that he's watching now. What happened in front of his eyes is the exact same thing that happened seven years ago before the horrible accident took place.

At the same time, a question started to haunt his head.

Why did this thing suddenly attack his mind?

"Park. Jimin hyung," the familiar voice echoed through his eardrums, followed by the sound of his mischievious giggles.

At that moment his name was called, Jimin can see a physical feature forming across his eyes. It was again accompanied by the blinding white light, until it flashed the person's face.

It is him. Jung Hyunmin. The boy he and Taehyung used to care so much. He was holding his hand out towards him.

"Jimin hyung," he called out while smiling wide. "Do you want to travel far away from here? It's been a while since we went somewhere together."

Jimin mirrored the smile on the male had on his face.

"I want to. I really wanted to. But i don't think i'll do it now, Hyunmin-ah,"