I sat there looking at Jimin, and he was looking back at me. We were both deep in thoughts.

We both believe that we have grown extremely close in such a short amount of time. I didn't want to leave him. I'll do whatever it takes not to leave him.

I was on my bed facing Jimin, thinking of how I'll live back home without him, or how I'll be even able to live without him. How he'll live without me, how he'll survive all alone. I'm well aware of how his condition changed when I came here from before, or how it changed when I disappeared. I was seriously concerned about Jimin.

"Hyung..Let's stay awake all night. These moments may be our last together, so let's make them memorable." He cut off my thoughts.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, let's have some fun." He forced a smile on his soft, pink lips which I wanted to stuff in mine once again.

"Okay. What do you wanna do?"

"First, I want to tell you my feelings."

My eyes once again started tearing up yet I held them back. There were so many tears I wanted to shed. But I thought, this wasn't the right time.
It may hurt Jimin more in the future.

The next minute, I found myself engulfing him into a tight hug, squeezing him onto me. He returned the hug back and squeezed me even harder. He buried his face into my chest and cried softly.

"I..can't imagine what life without you.."

His sweet yet muffled voice rang inside my ears.

I started to grow sick of this sad mood always surrounding us, so I got up and grabbed a wooden squared box I had hid in the drawer.

"Jimin-ah. Take this." I grabbed his hand and placed the box in the middle of his palm, while standing in front of him.

"What's this?" He examined the box with his eyes.

"It's a music box. I want you to take it and keep it with you."

He seemed surprised but then, my favourite smile formed on his lips.
He winded up the box and listened to the soft music. I noticed, in the moonlight, that tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Promise you'll always be there with me, hyung." He sniffled.

"I promise." I smiled to him with watery eyes.

I decided to change the topic. I didn't want to see him cry anymore.

"Yah! I never noticed you had an ear piercing!" I exclaimed, softly holding the peach of his ear.

"Oh yeah! I did it myself." He grinned widely, proud of his achievement.

"Can you give me one? I've always wanted to get an ear piercing." I excitedly asked.

"Sure..but..I need a needle." He said.

Damn. What an idiot I sure am.
We're at a damn mental hospital. Why would he have needles? But then again, I had a brilliant idea.

"I got ya!" I said and went once again to the bedside table, opening the last drawer and picking out a needle.

"Wait..hyung where did you get this from?" He asked me with wide, innocent eyes.

"My clothes got ripped when I was taken to the punishment room, so a nurse sewed it back for me, and I stole the needle from there when she wasn't looking. I somehow had a feeling it would be useful later." I explained and he nodded, taking the needle from my hand.

"This may hurt for a few seconds.."
He warned me.

"Here goes. One, two.....Three!"

-

One, two, three was how our last night together ended. I soon came to realise that, I will be going back to school. I may not be able to come here often like I had promised.

I didn't want to tell him that fact in order not to hurt his feelings.
And I didn't want to get his hopes high then disappoint him either.

This whole thing is a mess.
I miss my normal life.
I miss going to school with my friends.
I miss having fun afterschool everyday.

Was this whole 'mental hospital story' merely a coincidence?
Was I not destined to meet and stay with Jimin forever?
I sometimes don't get it.
I just don't.

I snapped back to reality when the door clicked open.

I had stayed up all night, yes all night. Cherishing those last moments with Jimin.

I sat with my knees to my chest on my bed, and he did the same on his as an unfamiliar doctor appeared.

"Get ready, Mr. Jung." Was all he said before leaving again.
I had guessed he was waiting for me outside our room.

I looked over at Jimin to see him looking at me with cold eyes and a quivering lip.

I spread my legs on my bed and started talking.
"Jimin--"

I stopped talking as he slowly got up and sat on my legs, then before I knew it, he planted a small kiss on my lips.

"Hyung, I won't ever forget you. This may or may not be goodbye, but I promise no matter what, you'll stay in my heart." He said, placing his hand on his heart.

"I-I have to go now." I escaped my leg from under him and went up to the toilet, sniffling on my way.
I could tell he knew I was crying.

_

"Have a good life."

"I'll see you later."

In the blink of an eye,

he was already far away from me.