He started walking towards the light. There, engulfed in a warm, yellow glow, was an old man in white robes, sitting cross legged on a stool. He smiled gently. Jungkook felt that smile's calming effect on him

"Please... Where am I? What is this place? I ended up here by mistake I suppose..... I was carrying flowers to my friend"

He suddenly panicked, for a moment he had completely forgotten

"Chaeyoung! She must be so worried about me. I need to go see her, tell her I'm ok...."

He looked at the old man

"Mister, can you please help me get back? I live in Navon, Seoul. How far is this place from there"

The man's face reflected an ethereal sadness. But his smile was warm and welcoming

"This place is far away from where you come,son. Farther away that you can imagine."

Jungkook froze. Realisation stuck him. He felt cold. He lifted his hands, looked at his body. His hands were transparent, see-through. He was at a loss for words. The understanding was shocking.

He was dead.

He felt himself choke but no tears fell. He shuddered and sobbed. He fell to the floor, hugged himself and gave vent to his grief. He couldn't leave Chaeyoung.

His promise? He'd made so many promises, and kept none

How could He?

When he stood up, he was filled with a from resolve. No way he was going to desert Chaeyoung.