BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)

Jimin: 15 May Year 22

The Topmost Floor in the City
Part 8

A stranger already occupied Hoseok's bed. I closed my eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't help but dwell on what he'd said before he was discharged.

"Jimin, let's get out of here." He wore a complicated expression that I'd never seen before. He'd never looked or sounded that way before. And I just stood there, hesitant, not knowing how to respond.

I couldn't stop thinking about what he'd said because it brought back a memory of what had happened a short while before he'd spoken to me.

I was waiting for the elevator on the second floor where I'd had physiotherapy. I tripped while scuffling with that idiot that always tried to escape. My wrist was injured and didn't heal well after he'd knocked me over.

I was impatient because it was only a few days until Hoseok would be discharged. The elevator was stuck on the ninth floor. I was thinking of taking the stairs when I heard someone calling my name. I was sure of it.

When I took a step forward, someone ran through the emergency exit. I saw them for only a moment. I couldn't really see who it was. I walked towards the emergency stairs, feeling strange. Who on earth had called my name?

As I opened the emergency exit door, someone passed by quickly. I instinctively pulled myself back. We almost collided.

"Mom!"

Hearing the desperate cry, I stuck my head back in.it was Hoseok, frantically leaping down the stairs. A woman stood at the end of the staircase, looking back up at him. What on earth was going on?

Hoseok lost his footing right then. I darted forward and reached out to him with my hands, catching him when I grabbed his shirt. Hoseok faltered at the unexpected rescue. I barely managed to keep my balance.

He didn't say anything until we'd climbed back up the stairs and stepped into the fifth-floor hallway. He remained silent while we walked to our hospital room. Then, suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at me.

"Jimin, let's get out of here," He said.
I didn't know how to answer that...

"I'll come back for you," he told me firmly.

"I'm going back to the psychiatric ward in a few days," I replied.

Three days passed. I was going back to the psychiatric ward tomorrow. I tidied up my belongings and lay down. I tossed and turned, but after some time I managed to doze off.

I awoke with the sense of something falling. The hospital was a strange place, and it was hard to sleep soundly. I could feel everything around me with my eyes closed, and even the smallest sounds kept me awake.

The hospital room was pitch dark. A breeze blew in through the open window. The curtains stirred. The ceiling, the floor, the silence, the darkness... they were all familiar.

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