Without Regrets | PJM ✓

25 | TWENTY-FIVE

It is funny how we can live our life like how we wanted to, but cannot control our upcoming fate. Neither the unexpected thing that we never expected to happen. Eventhough we can't control our fate, but having the power to foresee the future would be good too. We can know what will happen to us and also figure out the way to prevent some things from happening. It could've been fun too if our wishes can be granted whenever we make 100 paper cranes or thousands of lucky stars kept in a big glass jar.

Having many thoughts lingering in his messy mind, Jimin walked through the path in the hospital's garden that was provided for patients to get some fresh air and also for the visitors.

Some kids were seen running around with their siblings or friends and some earning laughs from the guardians. Jimin had to admit to himself, by looking at the happy kids cheerfully running around, it reminded him of his late patient, Kim Hyerin.

He wished that she survived from her disease, he had always wanted to see her have fun and playing around like the other healthy kids in his surroundings right now. Feeling of sorrow and guilt suddenly filled his soul. If only he knew it earlier. If only they told him. Then Hyerin might live longer if he know her condition as he can arrange some chemotherapy treatment for the little girl.

Jimin glanced shortly at the big tree hovering over the hospital's tall gate. The branches are very long and full with green leaves, as it helps to provide shelter to two of the benches below it from the scorching sun. He swore to himself that he saw someone standing behind the bench, looking towards his direction rather creepily as they only stayed frozen.

"I think i am really going insane now," Jimin chuckled softly, tearing his gaze from the tree and look down at his black shoes. He shook his head lightly at the thought of him losing his sanity. He craned his neck towards where the tree stood for the second time, and saw the person again there, not moving from his previous spot. It was a male to be exact. He squinted his puffy eyes to focus his vision more and he was proven that he was not hallucinating at all. The man was there, standing still without doing anything and just stared at Jimin who was sitting on the polished wooden bench.

The male had a jet black hair, his long bangs was running down his forehead to above his eyes. He was about 5'8 tall and his skin tone was weirdly pale. Aside from that, clean white clothes is hugging his thin frame.

Jimin's pupil dilated at his thoughts. "Wait a second."

White clothes? Pale skin? A male?

"Hyunmin?" Jimin said to himself, loud enough to earn some weird looks from the people who walked passed him. Probably surprised at him suddenly talking to himself, or think that he's a crazy patient left unattended by the nurses, or maybe both. He wasn't wearing his coat either so it is possible for the people who didn't recognize him to think so.

"Why did i always see him around lately?" Jimin muttered again, tilting his head to his right, and bounced his left leg up and down as he make himself lost in his thoughts.

Taking a glance to the tree again, he noticed the male that he assumed as Hyunmin earlier is no longer standing there. He exhaled a sigh from between his plump lips.

"Am i dying? Is that why i'm seeing him often lately? He's going to take me back to the afterlife's world?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This chapter is crappy, i'm really sorry. I hope i can do better. :'(