Reaching there, we saw Jungkook's parents seated beside him with a longing stare over his still features.

They, without excusing a single opportunity, visited him ever since and would leave at his same steady visage everyday- seeing him breath, merely, brought them the content to sleep through the night.
On our part however, we never let them spend the night in discomfort in the hospital and always sent them with the assurance that he will have us beside him twenty-four hours.

Namjoon and Hoseok stood on the other side of the bed quietly letting them have their family time.

We, sailing on the same boat, made sure not to disturb them and carefully went to members' side. And I whispered to Namjoon.

ME : All good?

He nodded in a response and before we could tune in to the solemn ambience, Jungkook's father promptly looked at us.

MR. JEON : Jin and Taehyung? When did you two come?

We bowed our polite greetings.

His dad slightly smiled greeting us back. But, quite suddenly Jungkook's mother broke in tears- her patience edging in the irksome tranquility her son gave off. She caressed his cheeks warmly.

MRS. JEON : What happened to my little boy?Guk-ah, stop scaring me. Please, wake up...

His father held her from back to support her.

MR.JEON : Honey, control yourself. He will be fine.

We all went dumb. We could never imagine how big of a maelstrom his mom and dad might be diving into, seeing him lay unconscious.

How hard it must've been for them to comprehend that their little son attempted to kill himself. How much dread their hearts must be bearing threatened by his sleep that could turn eternal any moment.

They entrusted their precious son with us whom we regretfully failed to keep safe.
For a moment, it seemed as if we were non-existent to earth, just that much of a tiny particle we felt ourselves as we held our heads low in guilt and rue in front of them.

NJ : We-... we are sincerely sorry, we couldn't take better care of Jungkook.

Not meeting their eyes, he uttered the only words we were left to sound.

MR. JEON : It's okay. I am sure, it isn't like that.

We just couldn't make ourselves to lift up our heads up at his resigned response.

Mrs. Jeon wept leaning her head on Mr. Jeon's shoulder while she held Kookie's hand softly.

His mom couldn't stop her sob no matter how comforting words Mr.Jeon said.

Indeed no comfort had any effect on her tears other than her son's smiling face telling her not to cry further.

But there he was, lying unconscious. He, who was once capable of lifting us all, only with his arm strenght, now was sleeping with oxygen mask supporting him to breath, the ECG monitoring his heart rate and the IV giving him stamina to fight his battle.

His dad felt it would be better taking his mom back home, so he slowly persuaded her to let go of Kookie's hand and looked at us.

MR. JEON : Please take care of him, kids. We will drop by in the evening.

ME : Please be at ease about him. We won't leave him even for a second, we promise.

He nodded assured with gratitude visible in his face and led his wife towards the door leaving us in the room.

We were all silent, none of us spoke for a while as if we were stoned into a figurine.

Few moments later, I finally decided to break the silence.

ME : Joonie, Hobi. You two can go back to the dorm now. We are here.

TH : Yes hyung, you must be tired. You should go and rest.

HS : Where is Jimin-ie? At the dorms?

ME : Yes, he is and alone right now.

NJ : Is he good?

TH : No hyung, he is gloomier since the last few days.

ME : So make sure, he is not left alone.

Namjoon nodded in agreement as he wound his backpack around his shoulder.

NJ : Don't worry about him, just take care of Kookie.

TH : Yes, we will.

Hoseok tidying his belongings seemed a little zoned out.

ME : And Hobi, how's SuSan-ssi?

HS : Oh? Yeah, she is good. Her treatment seems to be going well. I will visit her today.

ME : (-nods-) Onh, take care. Make sure to rest too.

HS : Alright, Hyung.

With that, Namjoon and Hoseok took off leaving the three of us—the only ones in the room.

Taehyung sat beside the bed on one side while I took the tool on the other side of the bed with the recipe book from earlier.

Jimin loved the dishes I tried that night, so I thought to read this book further to explore a few more good recipes.

Little did I know that the silent Taehyung sitting across had something fishy going on in his mind.

TH : Hyung!

ME : (-eyes fixed at the book-) Im?

TH : Hyung, don't you think we are not how we used to be back then?

ME : (-looking up at him-) Back then?

TH : I mean, we used to talk and share so much and so freely before, but now we hardly talk and even if we do it's either about the agency or about the hospital.

His words struck me into think deeper and realize that it was not only me who noticed the change.

ME : Hmm, I wish we could go back again.

TH : We can't go back, but we can bring those times back again.

ME : Huh?

Sometimes, I really wondered how his little brain's thought process worked. At times, his words touched souls and at others, they didn't make sense at all.

TH : (-grins-) I mean, since I, hyung and Kookie are here together, why don't we just gossip and simply talk about life without any worries? Like 'what's-happening-in-our-individual-lives' kind of talks.

I gave a thought as I could finally reach the station his train was speeding to. Resting the recipe book aside, I indulged into his suggestion.

ME : I guess you're right. Let's do that. So tell me. Is there anything special going on in your life lately?

TH : (-thinks-) Imm... nothing really. Tell me about yours, hyung. I think you got one.

ME : (-flustered-) Huh? What do you mean?

TH : You really don't know?

ME : Yeah, and you're kinda scaring me now.

TH : (-grins-) Wait.

He went to the other compartment of the room and pulled out something from his bag which was on the table there. He returned in a while and handed me a diary as he climbed back on his seat.

TH : I mean this, Hyung.

M

E : Where did you find this?!

I was completely flustered and dumbfounded to see the diary.

TH : From your table last night.

I caressed it with a few memories lighting up.

TH : So, Hyung, whose is it?

ME : What do you mean, "whose"? You found it in my room, it's definitely mine.

TH : (-firmly-) Hyung, it's not yours.

ME : Why would you say that?

TH : Because the cover is not pink.

ME : (-scoffs-) Can't I buy colors other than pink? See I am wearing black today.

I flaunted my outfit and Taehyung reverted back with a poker face.

TH : Yeah, and the greater part of your hoddie is pink.

ME : Okay, fine. But, maybe I didn't find a pink-covered diary so I bought this.

TH : (-thinking-) Imm... what was it again? "Kim"?  (-recalls-) "Kim Ae Ra"... Am I right?

ME : You brat, you opened it!?

TH : (-giggles-) Well, I had this with me for a whole night and it didn't have any locks apparently. (-shrugs-)

ME : You don't open other's personal diaries and most importantly you don't TAKE them.

TH : Exactly! It's not yours too. (-smirks-) So, tell me. Who is Kim Ae Ra? Love at first sight?

His eyes sparkled with excitement pulling out a laughter from me.

ME : Yah! Don't speak nonsense.

TH : I haven't heard her mention from you in the past years. (-guessing-) Did you meet her recently? Ah, maybe in Venezulala?

I chuckled at his mispronunciation and he continued without the slightest bother.

TH : (-answering himself-) Wait, her name is Korean but her writings were all in English. (-realizes-) Is she perhaps, half-Korean-half-American?

ME : No, she is a non-resident Korean. And yes I met her in Venezu-ela. 

TH : Yes! I caught you red-handed. Now, tell me. How did you meet and fall for her?

ME : Yah, I didn't fall for her. We just met a few times, and maybe are friends too.

TH : Eh? "Maybe friends"? I see it's one sided. (-dramatic heart ache-) Kookie, our hyung is in unrequited love's pain. We have to support him in this tough time. Hyung, don't worry there are millions of other girls who will love your handsome face. (-assuring-)

ME : (-chuckles-) Yah! Stop while I am being nice.

He giggled and bent scaredily to Kookie's side as if asking the latter to protect him from me.

TH : Jungkook-ah, Hyung has become more sensitive after bearing through the one sided thing. One sided things must be scary.

ME : Alright fine! I will tell you everything,  now stop with the tease.

He sat straight instantly with a lit up face, eager to listen.

TH : Yes, we are all ears!

I looked at his face which was like a toodler getting excited for his mom to tell him his bed time story.

Sighing in defeat, I reminisced the day when I found this diary- perhaps the day when I first saw her.

I started putting those into words for Taehyung to picture it in his mind.

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3 months ago

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It had been a week since I flew to South America. I stayed at the hotel for the week not bothering to step out.

That day, I finally went out to get some fresh air. Not sure where to go, I just lazily wandered around the streets which were less frequented.

After walking for a while, I noticed a train line neighborhood which had a familiarity of a set we once shot our MV on.

I walked to there while a train was running and stood there waiting to see the view, on the other side, the train was cutting off.

"Knock! knock!"

We were brought back to present time by a sudden knock at the door. We waited to see the person who slid the door and came in.

It was...

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