Jimin's POV

He woke up in a bright room. Hoseok squinted while trying to get up in the small white room with only one door among the four walls.

It took Hoseok a while to figure out where he was and what he was seeing. He saw the door and unhesitantly stood up and walked to the door. He pulled the handle and tried to get out. But the door wouldn't open. He tried again. Still no luck. Panick started to rush over him as he impatiently kept pulling the handle. He was trapped.

The lights went out.

It was dark for while until the light went on again. Well, it wasn't the same light from before, I realized. It was still dark but neon paint splattered across the walls were what lit up the room. They came in different colors: green, orange, yellow, red, pink and blue. To make the sight even worse there were pills everywhere, scattered across the floor. And Hoseok stood in the middle of it all.

Suddenly, I appeared. Park Jimin. But I wasn't in the same place as Hoseok. I was sitting at a table watching a screen with Hoseok in it in that room with the pills.

A camera was set on me, watching my every reaction. The camera focused more on me, waiting for my reaction on seeing the pills. I just shrugged. It was the arrogant me again, not caring what would become of the suicidal boy.

Then something flashed across my mind: it was the real me. Everything was black and white and I seemed to be a mess; frustrated and seemed like I was choking myself.

Then the dream switched back to the arrogant me, staring at the screen with Hoseok on it.

Seeing the pills terrified him. He tried the door again. He needed to get out. But still the door wouldn't budge. He ran across the room trying to find another way to ascape this hell in the form of a tiny room filled with his biggest fear. He tried knocking down the walls and pulling at the wallpaper on the walls. While being successful pulling down the material on the walls but not able to break the wall, feathers came between the material and the wall. They were covering him and filling up the floor and flying through the sky. Hoseok seemed scared and quickly tried another wall. The same thing happened there; feathers escaped the walls.

The camera focused on arrogant Jimin again and just shook his head smirking, acting as if seeing Hoseok like this was funny. He didn't care at all.

Hoseok looked down at his hands and clothes fearfully. He was covered in neon paint and white feathers. I wondered what scared him so much about them. But then I remembered: the feathers reminded him of me. Jimin, his best friend. Or at least I used to be. He still remembered the feathers that had escaped from the pillows that time when we used to have pillow fights in the hospital the last time he tried to kill himself. The colors reminded him of Y/n. He said everything was bright and beautiful when he met her. I think those colors scared him now. He was suffering.

He screamed at the sight of his hands, utterly terrified, and fell to the ground. He then noticed all the orange and white pills surrounding him. They were everywhere. Bad memories started to fill up his mind of the times he took those pills and why he did it.

Arrogant Jimin just laughed. Another flash came by of the real me. I was trapped in a tank filled with water, drowning. It quickly went back to arrogant Jimin.

Hoseok backed up and scrambled to his feet. He tried once again to break down the four walls around him, like a trapped animal who just couldn't realized there really was no way he could escaped, but still no luck.

Hoseok finally stopped and screamed out of frustration. He looked almost possessed. When he finally stopped, he looked completely exhausted, just standing there breathing heavily. His eyes rolled back as his eyes started to shut and he passed out, falling to the ground.

Suddenly the real me stopped moving and struggling in the tank.

Arrogant Jimin was looking down but when he looked up to the camera he had a straight face. He stared for a while before giving another arrogant smirk.

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I gasped for air as I woke up. Another bad dream. I already knew where I was as I woke up. The hospital. Would I ever be able to leave? I felt my forehead. I was feverish again and I was sweating. It was the dreams. They kept making me more nervous. I've been having bad dreams about Hoseok and pills for the past few weeks now and everyday in the middle of the night I would wake up.

I checked the time: 3am. Might as well give up on trying to sleep now. I looked around the dark, empty hospital room. I was alone and I was a mess. I got worse every single day. Wouldn't be long before I wouldn't be able to function at all. I was a pathetic mess.

I was tired of it. Just sitting in this room, in my hospital bed, staring at the four walls around me. I was going to go insane if I stayed any longer. The doctors and my parents acted like I couldn't walk at all and I was sick of it.

The one thing I missed more than anything. To dance. I needed to dance again. The only way I could feel all my emotions was through dance.

I then made a decision: I was going to dance one last time-- but not here. The place where I always danced when I wanted to be alone. That's where. And while it was still 3am, no one would notice I was gone.

Jhope's POV

5am and I was already up. Other people awake at this time, walking along the sidewalks would think I was crazy. 'Why is this boy running so frantically all over the place?'

Well I'm looking for an idiot who couldn't just stay in his hospital room instead of running away.

Past 4am this morning a nurse called to say Jimin went missing in the middle of the night. What hospital didn't have proper security that they wouldn't know when a patient was trying to escape? And now I had to look for him because they didn't know where he would be. But so didn't I. But I did tell them to take my number in case anything went wrong. I haven't talked with him in years until recently and I didn't know enough about him to know where he would be. Y/n probably would know where but luckily she didn't know about the situation. Apparently they had called her too but she didn't pick up. Probably asleep. But that was good, and a relief. Who knows how much sleep she's been getting lately. Plus I didn't want her worrying more than she already was.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the caller ID: Suga-hyung. I answered it.

"Hey. Any luck?" I asked.

Earlier I had tried calling Jimin but obviously he ignored my calls so I called Suga and told him about the situation and asked him if he could him since Jimin wouldn't answer any of my calls. Yoongi was clearly annoyed but did it anyways. He had told me I'd "regret calling him up later."

"Not really. I called twice. I don't think he noticed my calls but the third time I called, he answered. But all I could hear was music playing. I hung up after a while," he said.

"What?! Why'd you hang up? He actually answered!" I said frustrated.

"What? He wouldn't say anything. Plus I have sleep to catch up on. His not my problem," he said, nonchalantly.

I breathed out hot air in frustration. "Yoo--"

"Night," Suga said, cutting me off. He then hung up.

"Uuughh."

I carried on looking down streets near the hospital. Then realization hit me.

I gasped and looked to the ground, wondering. "Music... Of course! Why didn't I think of that in the first place? He couldn't be anywhere else but there."

Jimin's POV

I took another graceful spin and waved my hands in the air in a beautiful and swift yet slow way, catching each beautiful memory of mine and all the beautiful moments and emotions. Life was going by so fast. I want to remember all these feelings even when I take my last breath. To love and be loved, to be hurt, the pain of losing the person you loved most, to have hope and feel happiness. All those emotions. They were all beautiful. I wondered why I ever tried hiding those feelings from myself sometimes.

I was at an abandoned dance studio. Pretty much anyone could just come here but nobody did. Me and Hoseok would come here all the time. I remembered the times when Jhope would force me to learn girl group dances here; the times when we would even make our own choreography, some not too bad, others terrible; us always trying to better ourselves in this very room. To be honest, I think I actually kind of missed those times.

My bones still ached but I carried on dancing. It wouldn't be long until I couldn't do this at all; dance and move freely. I started moving faster now, better than I had ever danced before. I wished I could dance like this one last time on a stage in front of many people, showing them all what I was capable of doing; amazing them. I wanted to do this forever. I closed my eyes and couldn't help but smile. Dancing like this felt amazing even though it hurt like hell dancing with this sickness. I felt so weak. But I didn't dare stop. Because if I did, it meant stopping forever and giving up. The thought of that terrified me. Never dancing again? How could I ever do that? Me, Park Jimin. Dancing was a part of me. It made me who I was. A tear escaped my eyes. I didn't ever want to stop. Please, don't make me stop.

I whirled around again, moving more gracefully and faster, knowing the end was near. My body was going to give out soon. My body ached and I was struggling to breathe again.

"Just once more..." I said to myself. "Please, don't stop. Not now, not yet..." I pleaded myself.

But my body didn't listen as I took another spin and something inside me twisted. My body completely gave out and I fell to the ground, grimacing in pain. Tears fell from my eyes. More for the fact that I couldn't continue dancing than because of the pain. But I must say, it both really did hurt so much.

I heard someone gasp from afar. I looked and saw it was Hoseok. He rushed to my side and unexpectedly hugged me very tightly. I was shocked but looked down the whole time, my hair hovering over my eyes. I didn't want him to see I was crying.

"Yah! What's wrong with you?" He said. He looked up and I saw he was crying too. "Are you crazy? You know you shouldn't be outside the hospital. And here of all places," Hoseok scolded caringly, tears still falling down his cheeks.

"I needed to dance just one more time," I tried to reason with him.

"I told you you were in the hospital to get better. You'll be able to dance again. Many, many more times. In front of so many people. That was your dream, right? It's going to happen, Jimin. It will. And so many people will be looking up to you. Trust me!" He said.

I cried harder. "No, it won't happen. I'm going to die, Hoseok! Stop giving me false hope," I said.

Hoseok put his hands on my cheeks, turning my head to face him. "You will get through this, Jimin. I promise you. One day you'll walk out of that hospital completely healed and we'll come back here and dance together again. Just like we used to," Jhope smiled painfully to me. "Okay?"

Tears still fell from my cheeks but I smiled and nodded. Hoseok pulled me close and we hugged for a long time. I then grimaced in pain when I realized my chest and stomach still seriously hurt.

Hoseok stopped hugging me and looked at me. "You're hurt. Come. Let's go back to the hospital," Hoseok said while getting up and reaching out his hand for me to take.

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When we got back to the hospital, the first thing I noticed were my worried parents. They were relieved when they saw me and that I was okay. And of course, like any normal parents, they scolded me out as well for worrying them.

Immediately after that, the doctors had to run tests on me and saw that my body was in a worse state now and would stay that way for the next week. For that reason they put me on even more medication. At least it wasn't another surgery I needed. Apparently I had worsened my sickness because my body wasn't used to all that physical activity after always laying down for so long. Well it's not my fault. I blamed to doctors for that; forcing me to be inactive from now on. But if I was being completely honest, I didn't regret anything I did today. It could've been my last chance ever to dance and it was the best I've ever danced in my entire life.

I was now back in my same boring hospital bed, staring at that same boring ceiling again. My parents left to talk to another doctor about my state and other doctors went on to help other patients who they probably could actually heal. The only other person with me now was Jhope who stood beside the closed door looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You owe me," he said, arms folded over his chest.

I gave him a questioning look.

"Do you know how early and cold it was this morning and I had to go looking for you? I could've been sl--" he stopped in the middle of his sentence, looking down. He was going to say sleep but he stopped himself. What if my dreams were true? Was he... taking pills again? "Well, anyway," he continued, "You made everyone worry; your parents, me, the nurses. You should be lucky Y/n was fast asleep when they called her. We don't want her being any more stressed than she already is," he said.

My eyes grew big at the mention of Y/n. "They called Y/n?" I asked, shocked and sighed in relief that she didn't pick up. I suddenly felt uncomfortable talking about Y/n with him. There was a silence before Hoseok spoke again.

"How's she doing, by the way?" Hoseok asked.

I thought for a while before answering. "She... pretends to be okay, but I know she's not. You know her, always trying to be brave," I said and gave a small laugh.

"Why did you---" Hoseok started but I stopped him, already knowing what he was going to say.

"I don't know, okay. I don't know why I decided to tell her about my condition. Maybe I was just jealous. I know how stupid that is now," I admitted to him. "She's broken, Hoseok. And I don't know how to fix her," I said, looking at him with big eyes that seemed to be pleading him for a solution.

"And you think I know how to fix her?" He asked, putting his hand on his chest, gesturing to himself. He almost scoffed and looked away then looked back to me. "She won't even look at me anymore, Jimin. She says I only cause her pain." He paused. "This time she knows who I am and she still acts as if I'm a stranger to her. Do you know how much that hurts?"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know he was going through something like this. Again. I hesitated for a long while before asking him the question that'd been going through my mind for so long: the pills.

"Hoseok, you are...---" I was cut off when the door suddenly opened to reveal a worried and exhausted-looking Y/n.

"Jimin!" She exclaimed and then sighed in relief and began walking towards me. "Jimin, you're okay. When I got that message, I was worried si--" she stopped when she noticed another figure on the other side of the room: Hoseok. She looked to me. "What is he doing here?" She asked. Her expression was something I couldn't quite read. She looked almost scared, but pained at the same time along with a bit of anger. When I didn't answer, she looked to him. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"Y/n... I--" Hoseok started.

"Oh, my gosh," she said, interrupting him. She looked away from him. She could barely look at him for even a minute. "Get out."

"Y/n---" Hoseok said again.

"GET OUT!" she said and pointed to the door as if he didn't already know where the door was.

Silently he left and shut the door behind him. For some reason it made my heart ache. It was happening again. What if he was just going home to take more pills? I needed to talk to him about that. I didn't want him going through that again.

As soon as the door had closed, she became less tense.

She looked to me with a soft expression, acting as if Hoseok was never there. "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Why'd you chase him out?" I asked, ignoring her questions.

She ignored mine too and just continued to check my arms if I had hurt myself anywhere there.

"Y/n, why are you here?" I asked, sighing.

She smiled. "Why wouldn't I be here? I'm here because I love you," she said, caressing my upper arm.

My expression went serious. "Y/n, you don't mess with words like those. This sickness of mine doesn't give me amnesia. I still remember very clearly what you said to me that day: that I was too late and you had already fallen him," I said and she went silent. "Stop pretending you don't love him."

She didn't speak but her expression told me everything I needed to know. It was the same expression she wore when telling me she lost her love and passion for writing; she lost her dream.

I finally realized what she was doing:

Y/n had a neighbor once. A small girl. Her name was Ha Yeon. She was adorable. She looked up to Y/n and would visit her often. Y/n loved her. She saw her as a little sister. Ha Yeon wanted to be just like Y/n when she grew up. She would even practice song writing with her. Ha Yeon had said it was her dream to become a song writer just like Y/n. But not too long ago that dream came to an end when that little girl was rushed to hospital to find out she had a rare illness with no cure. The same illness I have now. After a few months of visiting her at the hospital she had soon passed on, leaving Ha Yeon's family, Y/n and everyone around her devastated. After that Y/n could never write another song again. Not even a goodbye song to Ha Yeon for her funeral. And she refused to write another song after that. It just didn't feel right to her; she could follow her dream but Ha Yeon was never able to follow hers.

This was why I didn't want to tell her about my illness in the first place: it would remind her of Ha Yeon even more. But what I didn't realize was what she would do if she knew and went through it again...

"Y/n... What are you doing to yourself?" I said, absently, studying her tired face. "Is this about Ha Yeon?" She flinched slightly at the mention of her name. "You're doing it again..."

She opened her mouth as if to protest but closed it again when no words came out.

I looked her straight in the eye. "You're making the wrong choice, Y/n. Again," I said gently, for the first time aloud. I would always think this but never tell her. But now she really needed to hear this. She was suffering, and Hoseok was hurting. They couldn't go on like this any more. And I couldn't just stand by and watch it either just because I wanted to be happy. "You shouldn't stop writing songs just because someone you loved couldn't continue writing them. That was her fate. Yours is to continue writing songs. And if you can't do it for yourself, do it for Ha Yeon. Because she loved your songs and she would hate for you to stop writing them," I said. "Same with now. Y/n, when I die, you can't just stop loving and being happy. You're allowed to be happy, Y/n! Everybody is."

Y/n started tearing up while looking down at me. When she realized I was waiting for a reply, she quickly smiled and nodded at me. Tears fell down her cheeks. "You're right," she said.

"Now there is an extremely sad and hurt boy who is deeply in love with you leaving this hospital as we speak. You need to tell him how much you love him. Right now."

She pulled in her lips, try to hold her tears. She smiled and nodded once again.

For the first, I actually felt like I did the right thing, even though it wasn't what I wanted. But Y/n needed to be happy. And I couldn't make her happy. Hoseok was her happiness.

Y/n POV

You rushed out of the hospital hoping Jhope wasn't gone already. You then saw him just about to enter a taxi and you ran to stop him. You reached him and pulled back his shoulders to prevent him from going.

"Don't go..." You said, softly, still holding both his upper arms, his back towards you. You were still out of breath, running down all those stairs. You leaned your head on his back and let your hands fall to your sides.

Jhope whispered a small "what?", seeming confused.

"Don't leave," you repeated. "Please, don't leave," you said, tearing up once again. "Never leave me. I need you." Tears fell down your cheek. "I said I don't, but I do. When I'm with you..." The lump in your throat and the aching of your heart made it hard for you to speak. "You make me happy, Hoseok. I'm only fine when I'm with you. Without you I... My heart...." You didn't even have words to express the way you felt about him. "So, please..." You continued but Hoseok already knew what you meant.

He turned around and quickly held you tightly in his arms, against his chest. And there it was; the familiar feeling of home. You only felt it when being in his arms. His warm embrace. It calmed you. For once you felt like you could fall asleep peacefully, even if it was in the middle of the sidewalk. You listened to his heartbeat. It was fast, just like yours. You could even fall asleep listening to it. His heartbeat was your lullaby. "I'll never leave you, Y/n," he said.

You two stayed like that for a long while, in each other's arms. But it came to an end when your phone rang. You loosened the embrace and Hoseok let go as well. You answered your phone.

"Y/n?" It was Jimin. "Y/n! The doctors said they may have found a cure."

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A/N: YAAAYY!! Finally finished this chapter. I just wanted to say though, I noticed this book has gotten over 1K reads??!!!! OMG! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH! Lol to be honest I really thought like only 5 people would read this book xD

Thank you so much guys. I'm glad you enjoy my book. Although if I had known so many people were gonna read it lol I would've come up with a better plot. Because seriously my plotting sucks. ^^"

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