End of Flashback...

Y/n had been listening intently, her eyes wide with concern as Jimin recounted the devastating events of that night. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the occasional sniffle. Finally, she couldn't contain herself any longer. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "what happened next? Is Jihyun...is he okay?" Jimin looked at her, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. He hesitated, as if reluctant to relive the painful memories. "The ambulance came," he finally said, his voice low. "They took him to the hospital. He was unconscious. The doctors said..." He paused, his throat tightening. "They said he had a concussion, a skull fracture. They put him in a medically induced coma." Y/n gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, Jimin," she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry." She reached out and gently took his hand, offering a silent comfort in the face of such overwhelming grief. "What about now?" she asked softly. "How is he now?"

Again into flashback...

Four years had passed, each one a torturous echo of the night Jihyun fell. The hospital room, once a beacon of hope, had become a monument to despair. Jimin visited every day, talking to his brother, sharing stories, clinging to the fading hope that Jihyun would wake up. But the day came when the doctors, their faces etched with professional sorrow, delivered the final verdict. Jihyun was gone. The machine that had breathed life into his still form was switched off, and with it, any semblance of hope.

The funeral was a blur of grief and tears. Family and friends gathered, their faces etched with sorrow, mourning the vibrant young man Jihyun had been. They buried him not in a cold, impersonal cemetery, but in the grounds of their old family home, the place where Jihyun had spent his childhood, a place filled with laughter and happy memories. It was his favorite spot, a sprawling garden with a majestic old oak tree, under whose shade he had dreamed of a bright future. Now, he rested there, beneath the oak, a part of the land he loved, a silent testament to a life cut tragically short.

The silence in the old house was deafening. The laughter that once echoed through its halls was replaced by a heavy, suffocating grief. Mr. and Mrs. Park moved through the rooms like ghosts, their faces etched with a permanent sorrow. Jimin, too, was a changed man. The vibrant, cheerful young man was gone, replaced by a quiet, introspective soul. He often found himself drawn to the garden, sitting beneath the oak tree, where he would talk to Jihyun, sharing his thoughts, his regrets, his love.

One day, while sitting there, Jimin noticed a small, worn notebook tucked beneath a root. He picked it up, his fingers tracing the faded lettering on the cover. It was Jihyun's. He opened it carefully, his heart pounding in his chest. The pages were filled with Jihyun's thoughts, his dreams, his insecurities. Jimin read through them, tears streaming down his face. He discovered a side of Jihyun he had never known, a sensitive, thoughtful young man who had felt overshadowed, yes, but who had also deeply loved his family. He read about Jihyun's dreams for the future, his aspirations, his fears.

As Jimin read, a wave of guilt washed over him. He realized that he had been so caught up in his own life, his own successes, that he had failed to see the pain his brother was carrying. He had failed to reach out, to truly understand. He closed the notebook, clutching it tightly to his chest. He knew he couldn't change the past, but he could honor Jihyun's memory by living his life with kindness, compassion, and understanding. He would strive to be the brother Jihyun deserved, even if Jihyun was no longer there. He would carry Jihyun's dreams with him, and he would live his life in a way that would make his brother proud. And in doing so, he would finally find peace.

Flashback End...

"Y/n," Jimin said, his voice heavy with a knowing sadness, "I already know." He looked at her, his eyes filled with a grief that had settled deep within him. "I've known for a while now. Jihyun...he's in Jungkook."

Y/n nodded, her own eyes brimming with tears. "I suspected," she whispered. "The change in Jungkook, it was too much to ignore." She reached out and took his hand, her touch offering silent comfort. "So, what do we do?" she asked. "How do we...how do we get him back?"

Jimin sighed, a deep, weary sound. "I've been researching," he said. "There are rituals, ceremonies...ways to release trapped souls. But it's dangerous, Y/n. We're dealing with forces we don't fully understand."

"We have to try," Y/n insisted, her voice firm. "For Jihyun. For Jungkook. He's trapped too, Jimin. He's not himself anymore."

Jimin nodded slowly. "I know," he said. "I've seen it. The way he looks at me, like he recognizes me, but...it's not him. It's Jihyun, trapped inside." He paused, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance. "I've found someone," he continued. "A shaman. They say she's powerful, that she can help us. But she warned me, it won't be easy. There will be risks."

"We'll face them together," Y/n said, her grip tightening on his hand. "We'll do whatever it takes to bring Jihyun peace, and to bring Jungkook back to us."

"Y/n," Jimin asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of desperation, "why? Why Jungkook? And why after a year? Why didn't Jihyun's soul just...move on?"

Y/n sighed, her brow furrowed in thought. "These things aren't always clear-cut, Jimin," she explained gently. "From what I've learned, sometimes a soul can be tethered to this world for various reasons. Unfinished business, unresolved emotions, a strong attachment to a person or place..." She paused, then continued, "Jihyun's accident, his sudden death...it could have left his spirit disoriented, confused. Perhaps he was unwilling to let go, clinging to the familiar, to his connection with you, with his family."

"But why Jungkook?" Jimin pressed, his voice filled with anguish. "Why not someone else?"

Y/n shrugged slightly. "That's the mystery, Jimin. Sometimes these connections are formed in ways we can't understand. Perhaps Jihyun felt a strong bond with Jungkook, a connection that transcended even death. Maybe Jungkook, being so close to both of you, was somehow receptive to Jihyun's energy, his spirit. It's also possible that the trauma of Jihyun's death affected Jungkook in some way, making him vulnerable."

"And the year?" Jimin asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Why did it take so long?"

"Time works differently for spirits," Y/n explained. "A year in our world could be just a moment for them. Perhaps it took that long for Jihyun's soul to find its way, to solidify its connection with Jungkook. Or maybe it was waiting for something, for a certain event, for the right moment." She looked at Jimin, her eyes filled with sympathy. "We may never know the exact reasons, Jimin. All we can do is try to help him now, to release him from his earthly ties and allow him to find peace."

To Be Continue......