At that,
Words could not come out of my mouth...

My dad's face turned seventy shades paler. Sweat was rolling down his forehead to his cheeks but he did not bust a move. He stood frozen; frozen as in the type when you are so scared that words would stay stuck in your throat, ceasing to come out. He eventually gulped, and as he after exhaled, he replied to the woman in order not to leave her hanging.

"Yeah...yeah I am. May I ask why?"

"You may want to come to the local hospital.."

"But why?!" I jumped into the conversation.

"Jimin is in the hospital, he has just got into a car accident," she said looking at the ground before saying, "He grabbed a taxi and sat on the front passenger seat. The taxi then got hit severely by another car and consequently, Jimin got hurt. Hoseok, however, was already home before the accident happened; he was dropped off before Jimin."

I stood dumbfounded. My eyes watered up and I could feel my cheeks heating up with frustration. My fingers felt numb and all of a sudden, I could not hear a thing. I could feel my heart beating rapidly. I started crying uncontrollably... I was mad at the fact that I could not have done anything. My cheeks were already flushed and the hot tears streaming down made them even warmer. But this was not comforting warmth; I was deeply hurt. My dad immediately approached me as he recognized my sudden panic attack and pulled me into a tight hug. He tried to console me by stroking my hair.

"Yeona, don't worry.. Jimin is going to be okay. He's going to hold on, okay?"

"That is what you said last time and look now..he's injured," I said as I felt another tear trickling down my left cheek.

"I knew something was wrong Dad, I knew!"

My father looked at the floor with his eyes drooping more and more with each second that passed. He grabbed one of the jackets and ran to wake my mum up while I stood at the door, looking at the lady with melancholic eyes. How could I not be melancholic? My very own brother was in hospital with no one beside him.

"Everything will be okay..don't worry sweetie," she said while trying to console me.

Yeah right.

After a while, my parents returned to the door. My mum's face was drained and had lost its colour. We were all affected by this and this is because Jimin was very dear to us; he was the light that lit the whole house. Whenever he was down, which was a very rare thing, the whole house would suddenly become gloomy. Jimin was a man who managed to make everyone around him feel good; it was impossible not to be your best self in his presence.

I was suddenly so deep and lost in my thoughts that I did not even feel my parents' hands on my shoulders. That was when it occurred to me, it was time to finally go.

******

White walls. White floor. White furniture. Everything was white.

Why was everything white? White is supposed to be a symbol of innocence and purity. Except for the maternity ward, the hospital is far from being a place of purity or happiness and I was surely not visiting the maternity ward.

On that day, I assured myself that I did not want to become a nurse in the future. I shook the thought out of my head because I did not even want to think about the future since I was uncertain if Jimin was going to be part of it.

We were escorted to Jimin's room. I held my parents' hands tightly out of panic; in what state were we going to find Jimin in?

My heart crushed.

Jimin was so lifeless and he was barely breathing. I had never seen him that broken ever in my life. We all went beside him and he smiled as wide as his muscles could let him; which they could barely do so.

My parents and I all started crying but Jimin started to weakly pat my mum's arm in order to console her as well as my dad and I.

"Yeo..come..here," he said while barely having enough energy to do so.

I walked towards where he wanted me; right beside him so I could sit beside him. I rested my head on his chest and he started stroking my hair gently. As I looked up to see his face, I realised that tears were swirling in his eyes. A crying Jimin was a sight which had hardly ever been seen.

"Yeo..please don't cry," he said as he wiped a tear from my cheek.

"But you're so hurt right now! How could I not?"

"I'm okay," he said to try to calm me down before continuing, "Yeo, just know that I'll always protect you..no matter what and wherever you are.."

"Please don't make it sound like this is the last time that we'll be talking," I said through sobs.

"I just wanted to assure you dear sister. I love you very very much; don't ever forget that," he said while gently wrapping me around him for a hug.

"Mum and Dad, I love you both so so much too; nothing will ever keep me from having you both in my heart."

He then turned to me again.

"Yeo, I am so proud of you and I could have never asked for a better sister. Your place in my heart is irreplaceable."

"I love you all so much..so so much.."

I love you all so much..so so much.

Those were his last words; a perfect embodiment of his loving nature. I still cannot forget that day; I could easily say that day was the worst one ever in my life. I lost my brother and my best friend. He died just like that with me still wrapped into his hug. I could not help but cry on his chest; so much that I did not even hear Hoseok coming in to see Jimin; not prepared for what he was about to witness.

Jimin was and is still missed by everyone. Just thinking about how I was never going to hear his soothing voice, see his glowing face and feel his hug ever again broke my heart into a thousand pieces after being filled with melancholy all over again.

Then it hit me. This one thought came into my mind at that moment before spacing out.

How was I going to live without Jimin?
- Yeona