"Thank you. I will always remember you."

The old man smiled

"Good Luck, son"

Suddenly, everything disappeared from in front of Jungkook's eyes. It felt like he was blinded. When he could see again, he was in familiar territory. Pine trees, fogs, roads and a crashed car...

A crashed car. Jungkook's body in front of it. Chaeyoung with Jungkook's head on her lap. Crying, crying and cursing. Crying hard and then passing out.

An ambulance arriving; people picking up Jungkook; a nurse checking upon Chaeyoung; a doctor shaking his head; Chaeyoung returning to the Orphanage.

Jungkook took in the scene. It was hard to believe his eyes. He started walking towards his body. He looked down at his own face. Dead, glassy black doe eyes which were no more shining stared back at him. One side of the head has been bleeding, but not anymore; so was the case with the rest of the injuries. He started reaching for the places he had been injured, his head, his chest, his sides. They looked like they might have hurt a lot if he had been alive, but now he felt nothing.

He had to shake to himself out of his reverie. He was here with a purpose. He had to get moving already. But it was hard for him to take his eyes off his own body, especially the bunch of flowers still clasped in his hands. They has started wilting, dying, dead... Just like him

Fighting back the feeling of dread, Jungkook ran from the scene towards the Orphanage. He had to check on Chaeyoung.