He looked at me before agreeing. I followed the noise and we arrived at the busy part of Mongkok. The atmosphere here was definitely different from Busan's, being more noisy and lively. The distinct beeping sounds of the traffic lights infused with the chatters of the walkers of the streets and the engine noise from the cars.

I decided to follow the crowd into one of the tallest buildings I could see. It labeled 'Langham Place' above the giant glass doors. Inside, it was packed with grand shops of various big brands, and I could even see some Korean ones that I knew after going up a long escalator.

I clutched onto Jimin's arm and kept on pointing out interesting things to him, yet his mind seemed to be off somewhere so he was not responsive at all. I even dragged him to a music kit shop, but he just nodded to whatever I said.

I sighed. He was being so quiet, and whenever he was, that meant he was either upset or angry, or maybe both. I didn't want to add work for the Hong Kong police to investigate a random murder case so I needed to cheer him back up.

I led him back down the escalator and on to the streets again, hoping to find anything that would distract him. I saw on the side of the street, there were sown street food shops that sold Hong Kong style skewers. I decided to check it out.

It was very hard to order since the shop owner didn't speak Korean and and I spoke barely any English.

I spoke in broken English and pointed. "Umm, excujeu mee, this.... this...pleaseu."

"Fish ball skewer and siu mai skwer? Ten dollars."

I understood the 'ten' and got a note of ten Hong Kong dollars to hand to her, and she in return gave me the two skewers.

"Jiminah, here," I put the fish ball skewer near him. He raised his hand to take the stick but I backed it away and shook my head. "Open your mouth."

Jimin gave me a look before complying. I then put the top fish ball in his mouth so he could bite it off.

"How is it?" I asked eagerly as he chewed. Without waiting for the reply, I popped a fish ball into my own mouth as well.

"It's so good!" I smiled after swallowing it. "Do you want more?" I offered Jimin the skewer.

He shook his head seeing how much his girlfriend liked it, and wanted her to have the whole thing.

I shrugged and ate all three of the remaining fish balls in almost a gulp, and I started choking on the last one. I was coughing like crazy while Jimin patted my back.

I saw that he went to the street store next to us, just grabbed a bottle of water out the fridge, and came back to get me to drink it. Finally, I felt the reminent of the fish balls going down the right path.

I laugh through my still fast breathing as I wiped a tear. "Oh my gosh, I almost died!"

Jimin chuckled as he rubbed my back soothingly, "This is so you."

I raised my eyebrows and look at him. He was smiling? A large grin broke on to my face, "Finally!"

"Finally what?" He asked.

I shook my head. I was just happy now that Jimin was smiling again. Even though I knew he would be down for quite a while after hearing that terrible news, it was just good to see him smiling, even if just for a moment.

The street shop keeper shouted something in Cantonese pointing at the bottle of water in my hand. I smiled apogetically and got Jimin to pay him.

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It was nightfall and we went to a famous street in Hong Kong called Sai Yeung Choi Street. Many street performers had already started displaying whatever talent they had, trying to entice more people to watch them.

I approached with Jimin one of the performers who had less people surrounding him. He was a singer and guitarist. I could see the reason people chose to go to other performers as his was less flashy compared to the jugglers, speed painters and other exciting acts.

I clapped as he finished one of the songs. He suddenly held out the mic and invited the watchers around him to join. I looked at Jimin with a smirk.

He immediately knew what I wanted to do. "Oh, no."

"Come on Jiminah~ let's do it!" I smiled at him and dragged him out of the small crowd. The performer smiled and handed me the mic. I gestured for the guitar as well. I could tell he was surprised but he took off the strap and handed it to me. I gave the mic to Jimin and he mounted it back on its stand and stood behind it. I had been played guitar since I was a child. But I had to sell my guitar after I began working as I needed money and had no time to practise anyway.

I knew all the notes to the song we had in mind and I hopefully still had the guitar skill in me. I struck a chord, and Jimin started singing with his angelic voice, the lyrics to 'Save Me'.

I closed my eyes, loosing myself in the music and Jimin's heavenly notes. He even did the rapping parts I wrote as well.

When I struck the last note and Jimin's voice had faded, I opened my eyes. It was only then I realised a large crowd gathered around us. Claps and cheers erupted form them as I looked to Jimin in surprised. He smirked, knowing that our joint act had attracted all these people here, and we bowed to the audience to thank them for listening. We returned the music equipments back to their rightful owner and left through the crowd.

I smiled as we walked back to MK's safe house. "That was fun." I could never forget how celestial Jimin's voice sounded to my ears.

Jimin nodded with a small smile on his face. He could not forget how, as they were singing, the corners his girlfriend's lips tucked up every time he hit a high note, and how she seemed to be completely absorbed in his voice.

We turned a corner and soon arrived at our temporary place of residence, but was surprised to see a thug-looking person leaning on the wall by the small gate.

He recognized us as we approached and stood up straight. "Song Yerin, Park Jimin."

"What do you want?" Jimin questioned, stepping forward from his girlfriend, suspicious of why the man would be sent at this time of the day.

"Boss wants you."