Short Visit to S.Korea

"If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for."

― Nicholas Sparks

"Just try it, Jimin," I sighed annoyingly.

"What if we reach somewhere else and we don't know how to come back?" he asked panicking.

I read on the internet about a case like ours, you know the soul detached from the body of a guy who transported his soulmate to another place around the globe. I was excited and curious that I personally messaged them and they replied. From what I know, this soul detaching from one's body stuff is quite common nowadays, I just didn't get why I hadn't found it before. I'd read articles in which people had witnessed that someone whom they had never seen or known had visited their loved ones who are in a coma and when they woke up they were acting like they've been in contact for years. There was this one guy who came to visit a girl in a coma in Africa all the way from China. Unfortunately, she died and her family members were stunned seeing the guy cry his eyes out hugging her body. I understood there is more to the story by reading all of this. But people neglected all of this thinking it's some sort of coincidence or weird stuff. Whatever people say to hide supernatural things.

Now, I discussed with Jimin about all this and mainly the together teleporting part. They had instructed us to hold hands and the soul has to imagine vividly where he wants to go. They said it'll work if the soul has the willpower to do so.

I thought it was easy...but seeing as it is now...guess not!

"Aish, c'mon, Jimin you can do it!" I tried to assure him, "We can start small, okay?"

Finally, with much insistence of mine, he agreed.

"Okay, let's start with the field" I suggested, "It's almost midnight, there won't be anyone"

"Okay," he mumbled unsurely.

"You can do it, Jimin-ah," I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

He looked over at me and relaxed immediately.

"I can do it," he smiled and closed his eyes to concentrate.

A couple of seconds later there was this sensation in my gut that caused me to close my eyes and hold his hand tight. He held it tightly and I opened my eyes to the sound of crickets clicking around me and a gentle night breeze blowing in my face.

Woah! He did it! We were in the field.

"Told you", I smirked.

"I did it," he smiled to himself looking around, "It's awesome!" he giggled excitedly.

"That was easy right?" I crossed my arms and gave a judging look.

"Hm, it was!" he smiled widely.

Where does this guy get this much energy?

"Jimin?" I called an idea popping in my head.

"Yes?" he turned around giving me his full attention.

"Do you know the place where Seoul National Hospital is situated?" I asked carefully.

"Yeah...?" his eyes widened a little probably guessing what I'm going to ask next.

"Can you...take me there?" I asked.

He lowered his gaze definitely thinking about my request. I took a step towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to meet my eyes tears brimmed in his small yet elegant eyes.

"I know it's hard for you, "I whispered in my best soothing voice, "But I want to see how you are doing. The real you. Will you take me there?"

He stayed silent for a moment then he nodded slowly.

"If that's what you want, I will" he mumbled trying to smile a little.

"Thank you," I whispered smiling.

"Anything for you, Mia" he gave me his eye smile.

My heart fluttered at the words but I ignored them the best I could.

"Let's go," he said taking my hand in his.

I nodded following to stand beside him.

I closed my eyes and waited.

Opening my eyes I was met by bright sunlight which blinded my eyes for a moment. I opened them again and adjusted to the light. I mentally gawked at the sight. There was a row of pink trees before me shedding their leaves and scent into the air. To my left there was a huge building, I guessed it was the said hospital seeing as it is white. The noise of cars passing by could be heard from a long distance and quiet chattering of people.

Seoul is beautiful, I thought taking in my surroundings again. It's winter here and the cold wind sent tingles down my exposed skin. I started to shiver a little and hugged myself rubbing my sides.

"Aish, Mia!," exclaimed someone from my side causing me to flinch and turn around. Oh, it was Jimin. I kept forgetting his presence once in a while.

He walked towards me pulling out his scarf around his neck and wrapping it around my neck securely, "You should have worn something warm seeing it is winter. The atmosphere here is quite different from Kerala."

I just stared at him wondering whether the scarf will seem invisible to the people. I mean it was on his body and it was invisible along with him to the people. I tilted my head a little still pondering on it.

"There," Jimin moved away from me.

I looked down at myself. I wore a black hoodie and black skinny jeans. I'd pulled on my white sneakers at the last moment and it was helpful I guess. Now a mild yellow scarf around my neck. So much for my first visit to South Korea. I scoffed internally. At least people will consider me human.

I looked up and thanked him.

"Now how will I get inside?" I wondered out loud, "I guess you won't know which room you are in" to which nodded his head, "I'm sure there'll be your bodyguards in front of your room and they won't allow me to go of course. I think I have to make use of my sneaking abilities which I've acquired by watching action movies" I rolled my sleeves up dramatically.

Jimin just chuckled at my foolishness.

Our attention snapped away when we heard the sound of small sobs. I raised an eyebrow at Jimin who shrugged. I listened carefully and walked stealthily towards where the sound was coming from.

By further walking, I saw a slumped figure sitting on a bench and sobbing with his hands on his face. It was becoming louder and louder by the passing seconds. It was a male I can say, with dark hair clad in casual winter clothes.

Seeing that he is sitting outside a hospital, maybe someone close to him died?

"Kim Taehyung..." whispered a low voice beside me.

I turned to look at Jimin who was staring at the sobbing guy with wide eyes, shaking a little.

"Who?" I asked.

"Kim Taehyung," he repeated glancing back at me, "V of BTS, my best friend", his voice cracked at the end.

Oh, now I got it. Those two are the closest to each other. Classmates to bandmates to best friends. I can't even imagine how much pain the guy must be going through. They were always together, stuck with each other every time. I can't but feel bad for the V guy, seeing his best friend in a coma oblivious to his surroundings, it's indeed heartbreaking.

"Mia, " Jimin called me barely above a whisper, "Please go and comfort him"

I turned to him with wide eyes. Is he kidding me? Me... comfort someone?

"Please...do it for me" he pleaded with tears running down his cheeks.

My eyes softened at his state. I hate to see him crying, it breaks my heart so much.

"Aish! Don't cry, Jimin" I reached out and wiped his tears away with my thumbs, cupping his cheeks, "You are a crybaby, you know".

He smiled weakly at me, "So, will you do it?" there was full hope in his eyes.

How can I ever say no to you, Jimin?

"Of course, I will," I smiled pocking his nose making him blink, "A friend of yours is indeed mine too"

He gave me a hug and chanted thank you again and again. I broke the hug and stepped away turning to face the sobbing mess.

I breathed in and out. Here goes nothing!

I walked towards him with calculated steps seeming like I was passing by and just saw him crying. I'm good at this stuff, you know. I was merely a feet away from him. I waited for a second and tapped his shoulder.

The guy slowly looked up withdrawing his large hands from his face.

Holy sh-cow!

He's handsome. I mean, I've seen him many times on my laptop but he was more than handsome in real life. My god, no wonder he got chosen as the most handsome man in the world two times in a row. Woah! My eyes are seriously blessed now.

Don't stare at him! Don't, Mia!

Okay, light! camera! action!

"Are you okay?" I asked gathering my concern cells.

He let out a sob and looked down.

"Definitely not okay," I thought out loud, "Um, wanna talk?"

He looked up at me again and there was hesitancy in it.

"It's alright," I tried to persuade him, "I'll throw all of that through my other ear after you've told me whatever you've got to say" I tapped my ear.

He chuckled bitterly, "O-Okay" he mumbled.

Wow, that's some deep voice you got there. It was ten times deeper than I thought.

"Can I sit?" I asked to which he nodded.

I'm honored.

I saw Jimin coming and standing behind the bench on which we're sitting. He was looking at Taehyung sadly and with longing glistening in his eyes.

"Tell me whenever you are ready," I said gazing at him intently.

It took some minutes for him to speak.

"My best friend got into an accident a month ago. He got injured so badly that he went into a coma and has not woken up. The doctors are saying that they don't know when or how he'll wake up. They said there is hope. My heart keeps saying that he'll wake up soon but it's been a month, a freaking month and he'd not moved a little. They say there is fluctuation in his heartbeat and that he's trying to wake up but his mind is not responding. It's almost like his soul has left his body" he breathed out tears rolling down his face continuously.

My breath hitched at the last sentence.

Oh, Taehyung-ssi that's exactly what happened.

I looked over at Jimin who was crying again.

"I just...I miss him so much. He means the world to me. He was always there whenever I needed him and now...I hate myself that I can't do anything for him." he cried out loudly. I reached out and patted his shoulder, "Why does it have to be him? Why can't it be me? He had done nothing to deserve this. Why did this happen to him? Why?!" he shouted to my face but I didn't even flinch. I knew he is depressed beyond anything.

He panted with all the shouting, tears still wetting his cheeks.

I kept rubbing his shoulder but it was not helping as he was crying so hard and shaking all over. I looked over to Jimin helplessly and saw that he was crying as hard as him. He caught my gaze and he gestured with his hands to...hug him? I had a second thought but decided to do what he said but before I could even do anything a pair of strong hands wrapped around me.

I flinched as always and my eyes widened a little. Then I thought about what Jimin has taught me; crying people need hugs. So, instead of sitting like a statue, I rubbed his back comfortingly.

"Just cry it all out," I borrowed lines from movies in these kinds of situations, "Don't bottle it up. It will only hurt more"

"I've been crying the whole month," he sobbed hard, "I don't know what to do"

"It's alright. There is always a way out, have faith in your friend," I whispered.

He broke the hug and sniffled. My left shoulder was completely soaked and the cold breeze hitting it was not helping at all.

"Sorry..." he mumbled sniffling.

Aish! I don't even have a handkerchief to hand him. Oh wait, I think I do have one. Forgetful as always. I pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket and gave it to him. He stared at it without taking it.

"There is no cyanide in it, buddy," I said and moved closer to wipe his tears on his face. He sniffled and hiccuped. I gave it to him, "Clean your nose with it"

He did as I told and trust me I had to stifle a laugh seeing him loudly cleaning his nose and sniffing like a puppy but I heard a chuckle from behind. At least that made Jimin happy.

As I stared at Jimin's smiling face a loud sneeze made me flinch. The eco was still hanging around the air after bouncing back from the hospital buildings.

"Woah! That's a storm, dude!" I exclaimed.

I heard a loud laugh coming from behind us.

Taehyung just gave me an innocent grin.

"So, I'm guessing you are not from here?" he asked finally crumbling the handkerchief.

"Nope," I popped the p.

"Can I ask why you are here?" he asked.

That's expected. But what'll I say that'll lead to me see Jimin. It'll be easy if I could use Taehyung to see Jimin. With him, I can definitely see him. Yeah...but how? I think I got it! My brain is just awesome. I mentally gave a flying kiss to my extraordinary brain for the idea.

"I'm here to see a childhood friend of mine," I said.

He nodded his head understandingly, "So, you don't know me?"

"Um, what about a no?" I scrunched my eyebrow acting confused.

"Well, do you happen to hear k pop?" he asked

"Maybe?" my acting skills...*kissue*

"Do you know BTS?" he asked squinting.

Okay, I should stare at him for a moment and act that I'm thinking about it. Then I should frown and ask him,

"Wait a moment," I frowned," You are a friend of Park Jimin, aren't you?"

"You know Jimin?" he looked surprised.

"Of course I know," I huffed acting angry, crossing my hands over my chest and leaning on the bench, "He is my childhood friend. The big muscle guys won't let me in".

"I see," he chuckled, "They are not so big, you know"

That piece of guess went wrong I guess. I mean in every movie we see big muscle black-dressed guys standing outside the hospital rooms of VIPs. Don't blame me for thinking it's the same in real life too.

"Whatever" I rolled my eyes.

"So, you were roaming around here sulking not able to see him?" he asked turning his body towards me.

"Maybe?" I huffed.

Oh, c'mon just say it!

"I can help with that you know," he suggested which made my ears perk up, "They'll allow you if I tell them."

I turned my head slowly to him hiding my excitement inside, "Why would you do that?"

"I'm offering you a favor for lending me a shoulder to cry," he smiled gratefully, "By the way what's your name? I forgot to ask that."

"Mia," I replied gathering a smile, "You'll never go bald if you help me"

"I don't know about that," he chuckled, "But I'll help you."

I did a happy dance in my head glancing at Jimin who gave me a wink and thumbs up.

"Where are you from? I've never heard Jimin mention any childhood friend before" he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm from India," I said, "Of course he won't remember because we were like toddlers then. At least me, he was a kid" I calculated our age difference.

Smooth, Mia...smooth!

"Makes sense," Taehyung got up from the bench followed by me, "He should have remembered someone as cool as you"

"Really? I'm cool?" I pointed at myself acting surprised, "Last time I checked I was called weird instead of cool"

He laughed, "And funny too"

"Thanks for the compliments, dude," I finger gunned him with a wink.

Jimin gave me an amused look, "Since when did you start acting cute, huh?"

Am I a great actress or what?!

I ignored him and followed the laughing Taehyung into the hospital.

I was actually dreading what I'm gonna see inside.

The Park Jimin.