"A- Are you okay?" Jimin asked with a soft and caring tone to his voice. His hand was rubbing my arm gently and I could tell he was treating me like a scared animal that could lash out at any moment. From the way I had sprinted away from him yet again, I could see why he might think I could bolt again if encountered with any quick movements or loud noises.

While we had been enjoying a nice picnic lunch together under a large tree, I had freaked out and run away. This time though, Jimin was not the cause. The catalyst was a memory of mine from a time spent with my family. While he'd been talking to me about his brothers, my mind had gone to think about my own two siblings. When I was in my universe, I never felt alone because I knew there was another person there who held the other part of my soul. Yet, since setting foot into this one, I had not felt Esther's energy once. It made me feel even more isolated; like I had abandoned her.

It was nice being in this field, the plants were relaxing. I took in a deep breath and marvelled at how sweet it smelled. The Seoul in this universe was nothing like the one in mine; instead of being a city of almost 10 million, this one was more like a large country town. The lower population here and the absence of exhaust from motor vehicles made the air just as clean as at Nana Betty's farm.

"Sorry for running away again, Jimin," I whispered even though there was no one else around.

He nodded, moving and digging into his front pocket. I uttered a small 'thanks' as he handed me a clean handkerchief to dry my tears. "You need to stop apologising, Nell. I'd probably be doing the same—if not worse—if I was in your shoes."

I had to stifle a giggle hearing his words. What would Jimin think if our roles had been reversed? What would go through his mind if he'd seen cars, televisions, and electronic advertising? I wonder what he would think planes flying overhead were. He'd probably freak out even more than I was.

"What's your home like?" Jimin's hand moved to hold mine like he was trying to give me his strength. I appreciated the gesture.

"It's very different compared to here," I said, choosing my words carefully. "People aren't judged only because of their hair. It is normal to see men and women with coloured hair like yours and mine. None of my family has black hair. My sister, brother and I all take after our mother. My dad has white hair now because he's getting old."

I opened up and told Jimin about my family. His face told me how curious he was with how I grew up and how different it was to his childhood. It was common to hear of people living on dairy farms back home—I mean, Nana Betty had always lived on a farm. But Jimin was horrified at the thought. He told me that cows were wild beasts that could attack at any moment. I hard laughed so hard at that comment that I'd fallen over. Once I calmed down, I assured the pouting man that cattle were not rabid beasts, but rather kind-hearted animals with the most soulful eyes.

My skin tingled when he moved to hold my hand again as I spoke about my parents. I harnessed his strength as I told him about my mum's illness and how she'd been living life in a wheelchair for almost half my life. Jimin's words of comfort upon hearing that weren't anything like the pitied comments from other people. I could tell he genuinely meant each word that came from his heart. When I said that my father could see a history lesson in everything and that made my siblings and I feel like we'd never left school, it was his turn to laugh.

The blonde man was fascinated to learn that I was a twin. In fact, I had to explain to him what that meant as apparently, there had never been a multiple birth since Seed Bearers had come to be. He asked me so many questions and I found it cute how unaware he was of the whole thing.

"No, Jimin. Esther and I don't share a brain."

"Yes, sometimes we know instinctively what each other is feeling but more because we understand each other so well."

"Yes, my sister looks like me. We actually look so similar that sometimes people can't tell us apart. To help people know which one of us they're talking to, my sister changes her hair colour." Hearing that one was eye-opening for Jimin. I had not found any mention of dyeing hair yesterday, so I had assumed it was something that didn't happen here. If any person could change their hair colour any time they wanted, what would stop a black-haired man from proclaiming he was a Seed Bearer? I had to bite my tongue to not say how many different colours the Jimin in my universe had dyed his hair in just the last couple of years.

I told him how I had a job back home. His eyes widened when he heard I was a baker and that I made cakes. I giggled and joked that I'd need to put a bucket under his chin with how much he was salivating hearing some of the creations I had made. Jimin apologised, saying that sweet treats were his weakness. He couldn't believe it when I said we have a chocolate cake that is red in colour; I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head with that one.

"How about you?" I asked when it got too much for me to think about my loved ones. "You said this is your fourth year of being a Seed Bearer..." I watched him nod, his blonde stands dancing in the air from his movement.

"You want to know if I've produced any offspring."

I let out a small 'yes' and then listened as he shared his story with me.

"Yes, you are my fourth assigned female and if we're successful, this will be my third child." He could obviously see my mind swirling at that admission. "A girl and a boy with black hair resulted from my first and third assigned females. The second one gave birth to a stillborn boy who had the same hair as me."

I didn't know what to make of his nonplussed approach to talking about his children. Never had I heard someone talk about their offspring like they were a quota to have to meet. Was this a result of the whole Seed Bearer thing, or was it just the way Jimin was?

"I'm so sorry, Jiminie," I said, tightening my hold on his hand. "I can't imagine how hard it would be to not only have your children taken away from you but to also have one be born as an angel baby."

Jimin turned so he could sit facing me. With his free hand, he used his thumb to dry the tears I didn't realise had started spilling again. "I like it when you call me that," he whispered with a soft smile. I couldn't remember what I'd said. "My grandmother used to call me 'Jiminie'. You remind me a lot of her actually."

Shit. I didn't realise my nickname for BTS' Jimin had slipped out like that. I needed to watch my tongue better around this man.

"It's cute... like you," I admitted, my cheeks blushing furiously.

I giggled as his cheeks flushed like mine. He looked so cute as he tried to hide the evidence of the effect my words had on him. I allowed him to use my fingers as a distraction. I'd always thought my fingers were pudgy and too thick, but the way his own chubby digits were tracing mine with care made me think otherwise.

"Y-You know, you're the first one who has taken the time to get to know me," he confessed sounding shy as his eyes remained locked on our joined hands. I must admit, I thought he looked adorable flustered like this. His nervous smile was the polar opposite of the confident one that BTS' Jimin wore—the one where you could see he knew the effect he had on ARMY's underwear.

"It's their loss," I admitted. "I've only known you three days and I can tell you are a very interesting man. I hope one day you show me more of who you are, especially if that's some of your martial arts moves."

He looked up at me, his eyes wide and mouth agape. "You're very different to the women here, Nell. You haven't pushed me into sex. You want to get to know me for who I am, and you see me as more than the colour of my hair."

I realised at this moment that Jimin was feeling how women from my universe often did: objectified just because of their gender. In his case, it was the colour of his hair compared to men objectifying women for the size of their tits or bum. I'd hit the nail on the head with my metaphor of him and his male relatives being like prized bulls that were only needed for their breeding prowess.

I must have taken too long to respond. He continued, "For me, I've always wanted to have an emotional connection with the person I have sex with." I never got that with the other three—they would get what they wanted until they were with child. I felt the happiest when I learned that my job had been completed because it meant I would be left alone."

"You know, men from where I am from do that to women. A lot of them only want a woman for sex and once they get it, they fuck off," I said, trying to hide my smile. I hated that he had been used for his body, but the irony of the roles being reversed was a tiny bit amusing to me.

Jimin recoiled, his head jerking away from me with a grimace on his face. "You mean... this has happened to you?"

I nodded in assent. "Yep, in fact, my two long-term relationships both ended because the men couldn't get what they wanted from me."

I mentally slapped myself for saying that. I hadn't wanted to disclose anything about my past relationships or why they ended. I prayed Jimin wouldn't press for more information. I breathed a sigh of relief when he smiled and declared that he promised not to do that to me if I vowed the same.

I'd seen a different side of Park Jimin today. I was glad I had wiped the slate clean; I was seeing the man in front of me as more than another version of the idol. This one was kind, very caring, and such a good listener. The way he behaved made me feel like I was special. He was so much more than his good looks, or hair colour.

'Please don't be like all the other men when you find out my secret,' I prayed as I played with his fingers and got to know him more.