—St. Lucas Hospital, Special Treatment Room, year 2012—

I took a deep breath and lied back. My head started spinning again, having my energy drained from talking so much. I was also too excited about digging through my own buried memories and a chance to be able to tell him everything as much as I could that I nearly could not stop myself. And even after I talked so much, I was still far from done. But I figured I was not the only one needed rest, knowing that everything would still be hard for him to take in.

A deep sigh was released from Taehyung's lips after a few moments of silence. I glanced at him just as he was leaning back in his chair, his hands were brushing over his face and his head, ruffling his already messy hair while looking forward absentmindedly, and I knew he was having a hard time to understand all the things that I have just shared him.

"I know that it doesn't make any sense," I sighed, now suddenly feeling reluctant to continue after looking at his face, and decided to give him time before I do. "It's not making any sense for me either, but I—"

"You time-leaped." He cut me off suddenly, staring blankly at the wall across the room as if there were words written on them, explaining things to him with details and outlines, and he was reading through them to understand.

"Uh—well," I answered hesitantly. "I'm not sure that I actually 'leapt', but—I mean, is it really possible to move through time? I mean—"

"How? Why? What—what happened before—" He ranted, disregarding my words as he looked at me once again with a frown. His eyes gazed into mine briefly before he started shaking his head and leaning his body forward again, covering his face with his large palms. "Okay, hang on—I'm sorry. I'm just trying to understand, because—" he stopped to raise his head and looked at me with wide eyes and said, "Wow!"

"I know," I said, pursing my lips. "Just take your time. It's okay if you don't believe me, I just needed to let things out cause I can't figure these things out by myself, and I have to get them out of my head just to make them stop messing with my brain, and—"

"No!" He answered quickly, raising his hand to stop my rants. He reached out to me when he noticed how his immediate response had startled me. "No, no, no— That's the thing. I do believe you, I can't explain it but—"

"You believe me?" I asked him in disbelief, unable to truly be convinced by his words. "Are you sure? Why?"

"Well—" He looked into my eyes, staring with unspoken questions in his eyes. "We've known each other since we were babies, and we've done some many pranks at each other over the years that I somehow learned how to read your face to prepare myself if you do. And you are a terrible liar—no offense, so I'll know immediately when you're playing with me. And I know that right now, you are not. Sorry, I'm completely rambling now. I just—need some time to take everything in, okay?"

"Okay," I answered him with so much relief, tears were forming in my eyes out of gratitude and relief, and I reached for his hand immediately. "Thank you," I whispered while trying so hard to hold back my tears and squeezed his hand as I did so. "Thank you, Tae."

He smiled at me, showing his wide grin and nodded his head. He released a deep sigh after taking a long, deep breath right before giving me more questions. "What—" he started, then he brushed his hands over his face. "Okay, what do you remember happening last? What was your last memory?"

I was hesitant, still unable to get a clear memory of what happened prior to the day I had woken up in my old home. All I could remember was falling, being thrown into the void, and—

"I'm not sure, and pretty much I didn't make any 'leap'—hypothetically," I started. My whole body shuddered as I recalled the long fall. "But everything in this room is giving me this familiar feeling that makes it seem like I am used to it; the scent of alcohol and disinfectant, the lights, white coloured room—"

He nodded once more, his lips were pursed into a thin line—the habit I knew very well that he would show me whenever he was thinking deeply. "Probably in a hospital then? Unless you are going to love the hospital look and decide to bring it to your house sometime in the future." He crossed his arms over his chest, still thinking hard, trying his best to take all of these new pieces of information in.

"I—I think? I don't— I'm not sure, but—"

He looked into my eyes and held my gaze. "So what now? How do you want me to help you out?"

"Well—" I bit my lips nervously. "First, I need answers."

"What kind of answers?"

I looked around, fidgeting my fingers over the blanket covering my body as I laid out the list of things I had in my head of what I wanted to do. "So many things are in my mind. Like, I wanna know what is going on with me. Why I am here, why this is happening to me, and—"

He lifted his eyebrow, waiting for me to speak before answering, "Do you also want to know if you can have a second chance with all of this?"

I looked up at his eyes and nodded my head slowly. "Something like that, yeah. I mean, I'm also not sure if I was only dreaming the whole time. What if I've been sick and had the longest dream ever? And—and, if I did return back in time, what would be the purpose of it? What am I supposed to do with this? And I might also need to know if I'm actually losing my mind completely."

"Okay, tell you what—Let's try something." He smiled, rubbing the back of my hand with his giant palms before carefully pushing my hand away. "First—We'll go through that info again," he said, reaching down into his backpack that was placed clumsily on the floor, spending a whole minute rummaging its contents before pulling out his phone and a notebook.

He placed the phone on the bed, turning on its recording feature while opening his notebook and preparing himself to take notes, just like how he always did at school. "I'm gonna take notes on everything. Just take it slow and try to remember as much as possible. Don't force yourself, and if you need to take a break and rest just let me know, okay?"

"What are you planning to do?"

"Well," he said with pursed lips, nodding as he shared the master plan he had in his mind. "You told me that you need to find answers, right? So we're gonna try to figure out what happened, why you are now back at this time, and, most importantly, how."

He stopped, staring deep into my eyes before he continued, "And to find out if this is a perfect way for you to get a second chance in life. To know everything, we should list them down, figure out the timeline and see if any of them will actually happen. If you really are going to take that chance to change everything, then we might as well figure out what are the things that we need to change and avoid on doing, don't we?"

I looked at him, falling silent at first, and with tears threatening to fall harder and a huge idiotic smile, I let out a sigh and started to repeatedly say 'thank you' to him.

"You are amazing."

"What are best friends for?" He winked at me, signalling me to start talking, adding more details as glimpses of memories were starting to come back into my mind.

He stayed beside me for the whole hour, listening as I spoke of everything, as I recollected and shared him each image I had in my head, each fragment of the memories of my life which was recorded in my memory, while he scribbled them down onto his book while sometimes throwing me questions when he needed more details. I took some little breaks in between our conversation to take in deep breaths or to close my eyes briefly when I felt like I needed to—since whenever I got too excited or when I talked with sentences that were too long, I would either start feeling the tightness in my chest or once again met with the pounding pain in my head.

"I think it's time for you to rest," he said while brushing his palm on my shoulder when I took one longer break, feeling my head spinning that I could not help but lean back down on my pillows. When even resting back with my eyes closed didn't do anything to make it stop. "Right now, some of those memories are still vague and blurry anyway, right? So we'll do this again over time whenever you remember something else and you feel like adding any other details, okay?"

I opened my eyes, smiling weakly at my best friend. "I guess so. Everything is still so blurry, so unreal, I don't know if those were actually my memories or if my brain is starting to add things at the end," I chuckled, coughing lightly for the lack of oxygen and the dried throat.

"Okay, you go on to sleep while I'll stay here until any member of your family comes," he said, before looking down at his notes. "Oh wait, I'm still curious about something, to be honest."

My eyes were a bit droopy with sleep already, but I fixed my sitting position so I would not be randomly falling asleep before we could finish talking. "What is it?"

"Well," he said, hesitantly. "You said you are going to marry this guy named Jeon Jungkook, right?"

I nodded. "Yes, I don't think we'll be meeting him soon. I remember his name perfectly and even his voice, but his face is still a blur in my head. All I can remember vaguely are the features of his face and body, and hair," I sighed, slowly moving my body so that I was lying on my back.

"And you weren't—" he stumbled, and his voice started sounding as if he was mumbling to himself more than he was speaking to me. "No, I mean, you think that you supposedly are not going to be happy in that marriage?"

"Mhmm—I can feel so much anger when I try to think about him. I can't exactly explain it, but I— yeah, I most probably won't." I squinted my eyes, the pain in my head was starting to appear as I tried my best to focus again, so I slowly started to relax, accepting the fact that I might not be able to get a more clear view of my own future life when I was too tired to do so.

"Well, the thing is—if that guy is your future husband, then who is Jimin?" He asked, tilting his head at me with a visible frown on his face.

A sudden pain hitting me in my chest the moment I heard the name. I opened my eyes widely, looking at Taehyung almost instantly. "Who? Jimin?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that's the name I heard," he said while biting his lips, tapping his pen on his notebook. "That was the name you were calling when you cried in your sleep. Jimin, not Jungkook."

I tried to remember, but I suddenly I as if my brain was covered by a thick fog, clouding over my thoughts the same way it had been doing to me before. I felt the pain in my chest increasing each time I voiced out his name in my own head, unable to say it out loud through my lips, afraid that I might cry since I already feeling such deep sadness when the name kept repeatedly ringing in my mind.

"Do you remember who this Jimin is?" He asked me again, with a hushed voice this time, trying his best not to force me to answer, regardless of how deep his curiosity was getting as he witnessed my reaction to the name.

I blinked my eyes as the tears were burning hot on their edges, completely unaware that my hand had started gripping so hard onto the blanket that was covering my body. The feeling that I felt building inside of me was overwhelming. So much pain. So much sadness. All filling me deep inside.

But when I tried to delve into my memories to find him, to find any recollection his face or any fragment of my memory that might remind me of him, all I could find was void.

An empty void.

There was nothing.

"No," I answered him. "I—I don't know. I don't remember."