"What in the world-" my eyes widened seeing the same Korean-speaking man in the field before.
"Please don't panic!" he pleaded, stepping towards me with both his arms raised in the air.
"What am I supposed to do then? Give you tea and welcome you?!"...
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"Our soul... direct us to individuals who share our purpose in life, complement our strengths, and supplement our weaknesses. But there is no guarantee that these ideal mates are going to look the way we expect, or be of our own background."
– Carolyn Miller
"Jimin wouldn't want you to cry, Taehyung-ssi," I rubbed the crying Taehyung's back comfortingly.
"I...can't-" he sobbed into my shoulder.
We were standing before the lifeless form of Jimin. The room was pale, cold, and distant almost like every single cell of life had been taken away from there. Jimin's body laid there clad in bandages and tubes all over his body. To be exact, there was a bandage around his head, his chest, forearm, legs, and...I couldn't even count anymore. There were faded purple bruises on his hands and face. He looked so vulnerable and weak with dry chapped lips also taking his dead strands of black hair into account. As I stared at him an unknown tear went down my cheek. I was surprised myself when I caught small drops of tears rolling down my cheeks stealthily.
I couldn't see him like that; my legs weakened and my heart's chambers tightened around my sternum. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist. I wanted to walk away so badly but Taehyung was worse than me and I couldn't leave him alone.
I turned my head away but I wished I shouldn't have.
The Jimin stood there with a frozen expression. Tears filled his pretty eyes and dripped down his soft cheeks in thick streams. I could say he was in immense pain seeing his own body lying there...almost dead. I wanted to go hug him and never let go. I wanted to soothe him with comforting words and say that everything is gonna be fine. But I couldn't as I watched him crumble.
His gaze caught mine. He gave me a helpless and pained look before dashing out.
I took a step to follow him but was reminded of the head on my shoulder.
"Taehyung-ssi," I called as he lifted his head to look down at me, "Let's go outside"
He took a glance at Jimin's body and nodded.
I looked at the same and wiped my tears.
I'm never gonna come here again. Sorry, Jimin, I am not.
I can't stand this.
We left the ward and walked towards the entrance of the hospital while Taehyung put on his face mask.
"You okay?" he asked me, his voice hoarse.
"That question itself is irrelevant here," I scoffed, "No, I'm not"
"I know, everyone keeps asking that useless question" he sighed.
"Don't you have to go home or something?" I asked as we stopped at the entrance and turned to face each other.
