Chapter 160

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A/N:  Most of you were simply in shock because of the way last chapter ended.  Some of you were not very happy.  I had honestly been arguing with myself for hours now to hold out on posting this chapter until tomorrow.  But obviously I caved.  

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Edited 3/9/2022

If you have read it before then you probably already know the difference; if you haven't well it's not really a big deal.  I just decided to change a fact for future endeavors.


When trauma and tragedy strikes in one's life it often has them losing a sense of how time still passes around them. That somehow isn't the case with me. I've been through three traumatic life events in a small span of time, getting kidnapped, losing a friend, and now...

Somehow, despite the current situation, I am quite aware that in a week's time Jimin would have been taking that special stage that he had been practicing for, performing the beautiful choreography he had originally planned. The choreography that I will probably never get to see since he had kept it all exceptionally hush hush from me before the car crash.

It's almost been two months since he was first rushed into this hospital on a gurney. He has been in this room ever since the surgery he had treating his injuries. I spend most of the hours of my day here despite the fact that I hate seeing him so silent and still in the bed. I imagine it could be worse though. Outside of his IV there are no visible outside machines or anything hooked up to him. He is breathing fine on his own, and the way he is getting nourishment is via a tube that is underneath his hospital gown attached to his stomach.

My days have changed drastically, and the smallest thing of all is how late I sleep in. Truthfully, I don't find it weird at all that I haven't been waking up as early as I used to. I can't explain exactly why I feel that way, but I can only imagine it is due to the huge amount of stress I force myself through every day.

Since the aftermath of his accident, I tend to wake up at 9:30. I spend the first two hours of my day with my soulmates, Joshua, and Candace. I feel bad that my other soulmates aren't receiving the full extent of how much I love them. I just haven't been able to share my feelings for them at full capacity. They too are mourning how Jimin is missing from our day to day lives, and I wish I could work my way out of my own doldrums to comfort them.

Candace has been picking up the slack regarding Joshua a lot. I don't know what I will do in a few months when she ends up moving out. Honestly, I wish I could feel happy for Candace, Skai, and Korain. It turns out that they were right. Korain is bisexual and his two soulmates are Candace and Skai. I was only mildly surprised, but that was due more to the fact that I wasn't aware that such a pairing existed with the serum. Perhaps pairings like that simply weren't reported. It's completely feasible that they didn't want to go public with their own soulmate story. After all, it's no one's business who you love or how you love that someone.

At 11:30 in the morning is when I come and spend my time here. I can only stay until visiting time is over at 7pm. However, my time spent here is highly populated with sleeping, and not completely as a result of boredom. No, mostly I find myself constantly lethargic, and I can't seem to snap out of it. Once again, I can only attribute that to stress. Most of the remaining amount of time I spend in the hospital is generally spent by pouring over each and every one of the letters that Jimin sent me over the course of our relationship. I even read them back to him in hopes that my voice and what he told me will encourage him to wake up. I also periodically find myself mindlessly tracing over the letters written on my arm.

When I get home at 7:30pm I spend more time with my family. My soulmates decided to go on an extended hiatus until Jimin manages to wake up, even though they had been working on the preliminaries regarding their next comeback. Lately, I have noticed small things that make me fear that they are starting to lose hope that he will end up waking up at all.

At 9pm I sleep with Joshua in his room. I'm usually asleep well before the toddler is, but he humors me and stays wrapped up in my arms anyway. I think it's because we both need to be comforted through the night.

Hye Rin was the woman responsible for the crash. She died on impact. No one is certain, but they think she was committing suicide since she didn't bother with her seatbelt, and her air bag was faulty. The only thing she did leave behind was a voicemail to Big Hit. In it she made threats against myself and Namjoon. I can only assume it was the two of us that she was trying to target that day. I won't ever refer to that car crash as an accident, because it simply wasn't one.

The person that pulled up in the car after the crash was Youngmi. His sister had left him a cryptic message that had him immediately concerned. Due to his savvy with technological gadgets he was easily able to track the signal on her cell phone. Of course, the tracking wasn't fast enough for him to stop the crash from happening. On the good side, he was arrested once the police ended up at the site of the accident and identified who he was. I'm thankful that I no longer have to worry about any other members of that circle of sasaeng still remaining in the wings wanting to cause me harm. Now, I just have to worry about getting my picture taken by reporters, and the crowds of Army camped out near the hospital.

Luckily Han Bin is completely fine after the accident. He suffered scrapes and bruises, but those didn't stop him from wanting to continue working. Big Hit insisted though that he at least spend a couple weeks with his family. Not only to make sure that his injuries are indeed actually minor, but to also make up for having to take his vacation time away so soon.

I'm pulled out of my reverie by an unexpected knock at the door. I sit up and before I can answer it an attractive East Asian walks in. Since security let him pass I know that I don't have to worry he might be a threat. I also work out immediately that he too is an idol, but I definitely don't know him or recognize him. We bow at each other. He starts trying to speak in fractured English before I hold my hand up. "I appreciate the attempt, but I can speak Korean."

His sigh of relief is almost humorous, and despite my perpetual melancholy I almost find myself chuckling. He holds out a vase of flowers that I at first think must be for my Jimin. He has had so many delivered over the past two months to the company that Big Hit stopped bothering bringing them into the hospital room. In fact, I haven't seen any more since the last set wilted a few weeks ago. I realize a second later that he is holding them out to me, rather than putting them on Jimin's bedside table. I awkwardly thank him for the gift before I sit them on the ground beside me, since I don't have a better place to put them right now.

"I'm so glad we can talk like this. I honestly don't speak much English so that would not have gone over very well." He pauses for a second. "Sorry, I should have first introduced myself. My name is Xu Minghao. I'm a member of the group, Seventeen, perhaps you have heard of us?" Due to his surname alone I am able to suss out that he is Chinese, not Korean.



I nod in response to his statement. "Hobi played me a song by your group once before. He also mentioned how Big Hit gained controlling interest in your company, so they had a big say in how your group was managed from there on out."

He nods. "Yes, it is due to that turnover that I am in the position I am now." He frowns for a second. "I truly do hate though that it is due to such tragic events." He sighs. "This is a long story. Do you mind if I sit by you?"

"Please." I haven't been comfortable sitting and talking with strangers much lately. Probably because most of the strangers currently in my life are doctors, nurses, and other hospital personnel. For some reason though I find myself completely at ease with this stranger.

He clears his throat before he starts explaining to me his story. "After Park-sunbaenim's accident those in charge of the event had to cast someone else in the role for the special event that he was originally scheduled for. Initially they were hoping to convince Taemin-sunbaenim to fill his role. I don't know if you know him or not, but he is a wonderful dancer and actually a great friend of Jimin's."

I pause to think for a minute. "Is he the one that Jimin did that so-called dance battle with?" I don't know why they phrased it that way when they didn't actually battle each other at all. The two of them simply each took the stage separately before they shared the stage side by side. Taemin was indeed a great dancer, but I still swayed more to my Jimin's ability. Perhaps I am a bit biased though. I mentally roll my eyes at that thought. Then I almost snort out loud when I add in my own head that I am not a Jimin stan, but rather OT7 all the way.

Minghao nods at me. "Yes, that is him. Anyway, Taemin's schedule wouldn't allow for it. He's in two separate groups and is a popular solo artist also as well. So, he simply didn't have the time to also take on that role as well. I heard he was crushed that he wouldn't be able to do it in honor of his friend."

"So, they came to you next since you essentially work under the same label as Jimin?" I frown at my phrasing. "Sorry, that came out wrong. I am sure you are quite talented yourself."

He giggles. Literally, there is no other word for the sound that comes from his mouth. Despite my overwhelming cloud of sadness I can't help but admit that it is one of the sweetest sounds in the world. How on Earth is this stranger able to start easily pulling me out of my melancholy?

"No, I took no offense. Park-sunbaenim is in a class of his own. Anyway, that brings me to why I came here today. I wanted to wish you well and give you flowers in hopes it might cheer you up some. Perhaps even instill some hope that things will get better. Also, I am planning on dedicating the performance to him. I had to change up some of his initial choreography, because some of the moves he had planned I just can't accomplish myself." This time the sound that comes from his mouth is more of a nervous chuckle rather than the full out adorable giggle he released only moments ago.

I don't even question if what he is saying is simply an exuberant amount of praise for Jimin's benefit. It is obvious that he truly means what he is saying. After a few moments of sitting comfortably in silence a thoughtful look comes over his face. I can't help but ask him, "What is it?"

He shakes his head. "Four of the other members of Seventeen got their soulmate marks the other day. They put their names on the national database, hoping they will meet her soon. I'm a little depressed that I wasn't one of the ones to get a mark."

"You were hoping all of you would end up with the same soulmate. Wait, how many members does your group have?!? Please don't tell me seventeen?!?!"

He shakes his head then proceeds to explain to me the meaning behind the name. "Still though. Thirteen members? I know there are women out there with a lot of soulmates. I think, if I remember right though, the most documented has been ten."

He looks thoughtful once again. "I just hope I don't grow jealous of my brothers' marks."

"Well, hopefully your own mark will appear soon then."

"I hope that my soulmate ends up being as nice as you are." He openly admits, and for a brief moment I wonder if he is flirting with me. I look up at his face and all I see there behind his eyes is honesty. He stays for only about thirty minutes more, but before he leaves he makes sure to exchange contact information with me. "You have to promise to keep in touch."

I nod my head. "Hopefully the next time we see each other it will be under happier circumstances. Oh, and I look forward to seeing your performance next week."

A couple hours later Jimin's family arrives, and Jiwoo along with them. She is here acting as moral support for both one of her soulmates, Jimin's younger brother, and me. I give them all hugs.

Jimin's mother, Miyoung, holds me a little longer than the others. "He will wake up. I just know he will." She says in my ear, and honestly I don't know if she is trying to convince me of that or herself. I leave the room so I can give them their space. Jiwoo goes outside with me, and before I can sit down she takes me by the hand and drags me downstairs to the cafeteria. She makes me order something to eat even though I am really not hungry. I wrinkle my nose at the pungent aroma coming from my plate, but I still force myself to eat the food in front of me. Honestly my stress level has my appetite completely on the fritz. I am often not hungry, or my stomach just turns at the sight or scent of certain foods.

Jiwoo frowns at me from across the table as I play with the food on my plate. "You need to eat, Daisy. I understand why you might not have an appetite. I get it. The problem is you are starting to look sick because of it. You constantly have shadows underneath your eyes, your naturally pale skin doesn't have it's glowing hue that it usually does, and your eyes themselves look constantly glazed over and vacant. If it weren't for the weight you are gaining I would think you were flat out starving yourself."

Her words have me immediately frowning. Weight? I hadn't noticed that. I mean I have been just putting on the comfiest clothing possible before I ever head here, not caring at all what I look like as I pass by Army. I haven't taken notice of how the stretchy leggings are fitting me lately though.

It's then we both start tallying things together. I then double check some of the things we listed on the internet and gulp nervously at what I discover before I close out of the web browser and make a phone call. "Um, are you free now?" I find myself asking after the person on the other end goes through the routine on how she answers the calls coming in.

A/N:  First of all I apologize that things aren't really resolved yet.  I also apologize that the only picture in this chapter is of Minghao (Stage name The8) from Seventeen.  I promise though that even that is important.  Anyway.  I hope you enjoyed this chapter regardless.  I hope it gave you a bit of piece of mind regarding Jimin's state, even though he's unconscious he is alive.  Next chapter even more things will start to become unveiled.  

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