The heart monitor began to rise like a wave, louder than the deafening silence that filled the room. Jimin's chest rose up and down in a jolt, as the defibrillator was placed beside the hospital bed. There was an eerie silence after which a tiny cry of approval escaped Jungkook's mouth.

The doctors and the nurses who accompanied them let out a proud smile which was once replaced with am expression of panic. To say that the whole room was happy was an understatement.

Though Jimin was still under drips with different needles plucked into his fragile arms, his heart had begun to beat. It was not a straight line anymore.

His weak body was still clasped and plastered, making it a bit difficult for him to breathe. But it was steady and others could not hope for anything else.

Taehyung stood at the far end of the room, clapping faintly at the tiny achievement. He had a content smile on his face, and he could not help but let out a tiny drop of tear. After all, he could not afford to lose Jimin.

He was Jimin's only friend and Taehyung had only Jimin. He meant the world to him, though Jimin saw him as a speck of dust. He had done so much for his roommate, but to Jimin, Taehyung was just a mere nuisance.

When the right time commences, the truth will slowly get unveiled. Then, would the hearts break into a million pieces.

Taehyung averted his gaze to Jungkook whose seemingly devastated face alleviated when Jimin's heart rate monitor was no longer a straight line.

Jungkook looked new as ever, as if he never had those dark circles or bloodshot eyes. He looked brighter than the sunshine, yet darker than the universe.

There was an unrecognisable mask adorning his face, for he yearned to remove it ever so badly.

He let go of Jimin's hand for the first time in five days, and began to engulf the poor man in a huge hug, though Jimin had not regained consciousness.

It was the frolicsome of destiny. It had played along with Jungkook's emotions and had finally brought back Jimin to life.

"Hyung," Jungkook cried happily, forcing a smile through the waterfall of tears that streamed down his face.

"You are back," Jungkook continued.

"Look, I had hope for you!"

"I wish I could tell you that you mean the world to me right now." Jungkook teared up, moving back.

Jimin slightly shifted in the hospital bed at the sentence, and struggled for a bit. All his movements were out of great difficulty, for every move shot a pang of pain through his scars, shooting straight to his heart.

Suppressing his pain, Jimin slowly opened his eyes, smiling softly even though he felt dizzy and nauseous. His clothes were still blood stained, and his lips were chapped. His eyes were dilated, half open only to make out the silhouette of Jungkook sitting beside him.

He had one chance to change everything.

He would not give up this opportunity ever.

Jimin wanted to shout at the top of his voice, to bring his echo and inner voyage back, but the time was limited. He wanted to embrace Jungkook, mould his luscious lips with his, but again, the time was limited.

Jimin lifted his hand ever so slowly, subsiding the pain, and ruffled Jungkook's hair. Looking at Jungkook's vulnerability, Jimin could not help but get worried.

"You ok?" Jimin rasped out, his voice hoarse and forced.

"I'm good, Hyung. You don't know how worried I was," Jungkook said, his voice flat.

"Don't need to worry about me, kook. You need to take care of yourself," Jimin said, his voice laced with concern.

He could not bring himself to say that he was granted life only for a day. It was disheartening to see the smile fall down and never curl up again. Jimin didn't want to see back the tears nor the pain, for it was only he who should experienced everything.

"B-but hyung, you almost left me. How can I not worry?" Jungkook's puppy eyes resurfaced, softening Jimin's heart.

"Don't worry, Kookie. I'm back for good now," Jimin spoke out with great difficulty.

"Thanks, hyung. For everything,"Jungkook bowed a little and Jimin chuckled slightly.

"Aish... don't thank me. After all, you are my Jungkookie." Jimin ran his hands through Jungkook's hair, but vaguely, it was really soft and unfamiliar.

Jungkook smiled at Jimin, and leaned forward to place a tiny kiss on Jimin's forehead, his soft lips meeting the elder's skin. He wanted to show all his love to him, pouring out all the emotions, but they both knew that it would not happen for both of them were dead tired and needed only rest.

But, when Jungkook's lips had met his forehead, they seemed foreign. The tension between them was heavier than tons of stones, Jimin shifted in his bed, looking deeply into those two orbs that lurked him into the eternal cavern of souls. Jungkook looked back in the soft eyes filled with fear as well as compassion.

He felt as if his heart began to beat again.

Everything seemed foreign and strange.

Jimin felt like a stranger in the strange feeling that tingled in his body, triggering his core.

An eerie of unmistakable silence filled the room, with neither of them initiating the conversation. The room seemed visibly naked and devoid of any emotions though they were trying to break through the artificial skin worn by everyone.

"Hmm... I thought I did a good job in killing Jimin," A deep voice resonated from the far end of the room.

At once, everyone knew it was the killer.

The killer was back again.

But now, it was there with no intention to kill anyone.

Bundling up the audacity to look at the owner of the voice, Jimin reluctantly turned his head towards the end of the room. Jungkook shivered uncontrollably and his head was down, trying his best to not acknowledging the killer.

Taehyung was frozen, with his mouth hanging open in complete disbelief. It was not meant to happen this quickly. He was destined to find them, but not now. 

The killer stood in front of them, with a white mask adorning his face. Only now, was quarter of the mask torn and shattered, as if it were under great effort. His eyes, even under the mask were deep and burned of only one word; vengeance.

His smirk behind the artificial mask was as wicked as the voyage to his inner self.

"Show yourself," Taehyung said, his voice going ten octaves deeper.

"You wouldn't like what you see," the killer replied. His voice was as sweet as honey, but at the same time indicated danger and emanated wickedness.

"Show me and I'll show you," Taehyung tried to make him understand. It was as if they had known each other for centuries, for the conversation was developing easily.

"What will you show me?"the killer asked, moving back.

"I'll show you your purpose and send you back," Taehyung rasped out.

"No, you deceived me the last time. I'm not letting you do the same this time," the killer said, his voice quivering.

"I promise you. I'll show you your purpose," Taehyung's voice came out as a desperate whisper.

"You won't, Tae. You betrayed me last time," the killer spat out.

"Trust me this one time," Taehyung's voice came out as a broken whisper.

"Will you really find me in the waves?" The killer's voice was calm now.

"I promise you and I won't break the promise this time." Taehyung looked deeply into the killer's eyes.

*******

I'm sorry, Jimin.

******

A/N's note: keep your tissues ready. Listen to blue and grey while reading the next chapter.