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Jimin was lying in his bed after what happened with the Witch, he feels good that he called Lynn to examine the broken piece...

An Hour Ago

Jimin was sitting ever so royally on the armchair holding the glass piece when a knock indicated that the desired person is here.....

“Come in...” Jimin allowed and Taehyung came in with a lady, probably around her mid forties....

Taehyung bowed and left, while the lady moved forward and Jimin stood up...Both of them bowed together and greeted...

“Greetings Witch Lynn”

“Greetings Southern Head Alpha Jimin”

Jimin nodded and both took a seat, She made the first move, “So, Why did you call me all of a sudden?”

“I called you to talk about Eun” Jimin said and Lynn visibly sighed...

“I told you years ago and now too, She died not because of the rouges but because she couldn't handle the transformation”

Jimin was disappointed yet he spoke up again, “It's not like that I called you to talk about her pearl”

The witch made a 'o' face and nodded, “May I have a look?”

Jimin nodded and handed her the piece, She examined the glass and soon her face was filled with distress...

“It can't be!” She asserted as he looked further, Jimin was watching with hopeful eyes and paying full attention...

She pulled out a small purple powder bottle from her shoulder bag and placed the bag down...

She pinched out some powder and threw it on the glass but to her shock...The powder burnt even before touching the glass in air...

She nodded this time without any further explanation and handed the glass piece into Jimin's hold..

Jimin was still looking for answers..She finally spoke up feeling uncomfortable and hesitant under Jimin's hopeful gaze..

“Why did you never mentioned about the pearl?” The witch asked...

“I never knew, I thought She destroyed her pearl...” Jimin claimed..

“Do you have any idea where the other broken pieces are?” The witch asked again, she was serious..

Jimin shook his head, “Why?”

Jimin's question brought a frown on the lady's face as he sighed, She has to tell him...

“Her Chi hasn't died down yet” The witch informed and Jimin's brows furrowed in confusion...

“What is that?” Jimin asked in oblivion,

“Chi is the life force energy of a being” She explained in the simplest way to make Jimin understand the concept...

Jimin nodded and she continued “You know what she was, Don't you?” She asked and Jimin nodded...

“Her Chi was much stronger than us hence forth... Her Chi didn't let her soul tear up and now is present in her broken pieces of her pearl” She explained further and Jimin was awestruck...

“If she would had broke the sacred spell of the pearl and burnt it then her chi won't have survived yet she didn't so The pieces are her life source”

Happy? Understatement... Jimin has so much hope in his eyes while asking questions to the Witch by now...“You mean She can be back?”

The witch nodded and Jimin's face lit up...“When you recollect all her broken pieces of pearl, Bring them to me, I'll mend the chi and she will reappear”

Jimin was so much emotional that tears slipped his eyes unintentionally...

But the witch wasn't complete, “But remember The chi brings her original form...She won't be she, it will be they..”

The warning seem to be faint to Jimin since he was too happy....His love will be back...

He just needs to find the pieces again...

Mean while he just forgot about Jungkook, what will happen to him...

End of Flashback

'You are not doing this right for Jungkook, Jimin'

Xihuo warned as he sensed the danger and trouble even before Jimin caused it...

'It's ok...he will find someone else'

Jimin claimed and Xihuo got aggressively offended...

'How can you say something like this!!!?? So insensitive of you to say such things about your mate'

Jimin scoffed as he was clouded with his lover's thoughts rather than Jungkook's

'So what? He is just a piece of s....'

Before he could say anything Xihuo shut himself off and left...

Jimin just shrugged and stared at the glass piece...

He spent the rest of day staring only, remembering his beautiful lover...

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