That night, when Jimin's shift starts, he takes a stroll down the passageway. There's a nagging feeling however that tells him the sculpture might just come alive, similar to the way Jungkook did.

He isn't sure why, but the pearl white statue and the intricate designs as though sculpted by a professional only seems to raise his suspicions. He walks into the hall and flips the switch. The ceiling lights flicker on and floods the dark hall with its brightness.

His suspicions are proved right when the stone upon which the sculpture rested now stands there, completely bare. He looks around for signs of the God but there seems to be none. Instead of running around the museum in search of him, he parks his ass on the floor and waits.

"I remember you," comes a voice not even a minute later and Jimin whips his head in the direction to see him.

"You do?" Jimin asks, with a raised brow.

"You were here. There were more humans around. And—" he takes a slight pause, "Jungkook."

To be continued . . .