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Race Against Time prt. 1

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Song Mingi
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Mingi P.O.V

"Five years"

I shift around in the bed I'm in. Like I'm dreaming a terrible dream, I can't stay still.

"You have five years."

Who's saying that? Five years? Five years for what? What are they talking about? I can't even tell if this voice is male or female.

"Song Mingi."

The voice is more clear this time. I open my eyes to a dark room. There's a figure in front of me. The heart monitor confirms that I'm in the hospital. But my memory is hazy. I can't remember what happened, what made me end up in the hospital.

"I'm giving you five years. Five years to find your soul mate and marry her, or your death will come upon you. Don't try to cheat death, no random girl will work. Only your soulmate. Remember, five years."

The figure calls out to me before disappearing into a dark fog within the room. I laugh it off, not paying any mind to it. That is, until I notice the throbbing pain in my chest and neck.

Looking down, I notice that I'm covered with blood-soaked bandages all around my bare torso. I try to sit up straight, but pain shoots through my entire body. I let out a scream of pain.

Not too much longer, two nurses run in along with the doctor. They flip the lights on and check over me, as well as my vitals. The doctor comes up to me and shines his light into my eyes to confirm I'm not blind and I'm well aware of my surroundings.

"Mister Song? Can you hear me?" The doctor asks. I nod my head slowly, not being able to form any words.

"Can you speak?" he asks. I swallow hard and open my mouth. With a raspy voice I ask, "Why am I here?"

The doctor seems relieved for a moment before regaining his serious face.

"You were in a terrible accident. You were on an airplane that had a bad landing. Everyone got out safely, but you were unconscious inside. Your fellow group mates tried getting you out, but they were too slow." he pauses.

I try to recollect my thoughts. Group mates? What is he talking about? What group?

"They got you out, but not far enough away. The plane exploded. The metal from the plane thankfully passed over you. However, the glass cut you from your stomach up your chest and to your left shoulder blade. A piece of glass was also lodged into your head right behind your ear, barely missing your brain. It's a miracle you're alive." The man says.

I want to remember, I really do. But I can't remember anything. I can't remember what happened, I can't remember these 'group mates'.. I can't even remember my name.

"I.. Can't remember anything." I manage to say to the doctor. He nods in understanding.

"I understand, you're on very strong medication. The side affects of the medications can cause this. You should remember in time, after you're done with the medicines." he explains.

"Side effects are major headaches, memory loss, drowsiness, dry, sore, or itchy throat, watery eyes, mood swings, and loss of appetite." the nurse confirms.

All of this makes me think back to the figure. Injuries like this, I should most definitely be dead. I was nearly cut in half by glass from an airplane. That glass in nowhere near thin. But that figure.. What is it? The reaper? Some sort of celestial being? I've never believed in them before, but this is very convincing.

~ Time skip: 1 year ~

It's already been a year since that day. I can't remember the accident still, but I remember everything else. My group mates.. They almost died because of me as well. But they saved me. If.. They can truly take the credit for 'saving me'. I still have four years, or my fate is sealed. I'll die as the clock strikes 00:00 on October 24th 2023. My only hope.. Marrying my soulmate.

I've noticed this tattoo on my thigh. Four butterflies. There were five, but one disappeared on the first year mark. So.. This is serious, and not just a prank pulled by my friends or hospital staff.

But my problem is.. How do I just find my soulmate like it's no big deal? Things like this take time, and this is an element that is certainly not on my side. Who would have known that I'd be racing against time to find the most precious thing to me - someone I may or may not already know.

Y/n P.O.V ~ One month later

I've finally returned to Korea from my studies overseas. Unfortunately, it has kept me away for three years. I've barely kept in touch with my friends, parents, or even my brother and his group of friends. And in that group of friends, my best friend. This k of him pains my heart. One of the last times I talked to my brother, he told me of the accident and that Mingi had almost lost his life.

It really pained me to hear of his nasty scars. But to me, that just adds to his beauty. It shows that he's a survivor. I'm proud of him, from what my brother has said, he pulled through marvelously. He was very proud of his hyung as well.

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I take the last step up before knocking on the house door. There's a long silence before I hear banging around inside and someone running towards the door. The door flies open to my brothers beaming face. I can't help but smile as well as I throw my arms around him. "Junyoung!" I cried out.

The boy chuckles before coving his lips with his index finger. "Shhh baby bear he doesn't know you're here. He's up in his room. Go surprise him, he doesn't even know you're back in Korea." He explains. I nod my head and place my bags down on the sofa before creeping up the stairs and to Mingi's room. Before I open the door, I'm surprised to hear crying g coming from inside the room.

I quietly turn the knob on the door before opening it. I sigh in relief as he doesn't hear the door being opened. I try to be as quiet as possible as I tip-toe over to him. His back is turned to me, so I jump towards him with my arms stretched out for a hug. He falls into the bed on his side, I'm sitting g on his hop snuggling into him.

"Mingi!" I say excitedly. His face is shocked for a moment before he realizes who I am, then he returns the hug. I feel as if he's going to crush me in his strong arms.

"Y/n.." he says softly. I can tell he missed me. His voice is different. Like nostalgia. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat, remembering all the time we used to spend together.