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There is chaos.

No order. No reason. Only chaos, distant echoes of a broken building, a broken world, and a broken heart.

And the worst, it seems to be everywhere and final. 

The sun, a mere glimmer of its former glory, hovers ominously on the horizon, casting long, ghastly shadows that stretch across a desolate scene. Jimin, a man in his thirties, stands frozen in horror on the pavement. He shivers violently, partly due to the cold and partly due to his fear. His way-too-thin jacket hangs tiredly from his shoulders and the shoelace of his left boot is untied. The knot had been too loose to survive the constant running from Jimin's home to this place, to the Golden City Tower in which his best friend lives.

His best friend Jeongguk.

But where usually there's a tower, there's nothing left, nothing of the former glory, only debris and dust. Lonely snowflakes are falling to the ground, covering the horrible sight like a clean blanket. The once-majestic building lies in ruins, a twisted tangle of steel and concrete.

There was an underground gas explosion in the street not even an hour ago, which brought it down like a Lego house. The building's shattered windows dangle precariously on its remaining walls, mirroring the left pieces of Jimin's sanity. Smoke and dust hang like a shroud, suffocating the air and choking the very life from what remains of the place. The acrid stench of burning cables assaults Jimin's senses. The groaning of steel and the occasional sharp crack are obnoxiously loud, amplified in his head. 

Hot tears are streaming down his cold face as reality sinks in.

Jimin is here, in this nightmarish wasteland, driven by an insatiable need to find his best friend Jeongguk, the only man he ever loved but never confessed his feelings to. 

Jeongguk lives inside the building. He had been there when it collapsed. Jimin knows because the other sent him a message when it started. It read 'Jimin! I think there's an earthquake!' Only that it wasn't an earthquake. It was the beginning of the end. Jeongguk must have felt it, because soon after the first, he sent a second text, the words still haunting Jimin's already shattered psyche.

The message with its four words of doom that brought Jimin to this exact place were:

'Jimin, I am scared.'

The words felt like a knife, stabbing his heart.

Scared. His Jeongguk would never say that he's scared, never did, not even once. It's as simple as the ABC and as clear as crystal: Jeongguk is the strong one, the brave one, the golden maknae of their group of friends. He is Jimin's protector, a rock, a beacon, a lighthouse in the rough sea. Jeongguk is not scared.

He can't be scared.

But the truth slapped Jimin in his face when he read the words he couldn't believe over and over again, still in the comfort of his own home.

'Jimin, I am scared.'

It wasn't a joke, nor a bet. It was reality, a product of the darkest side of life, and it sent Jimin into a senseless state in which his body moved on autopilot, getting dressed, taking his dog Bam, leaving the house, running across the city to Jeongguk's place to get to the love of his life.

Because that's what Jeongguk is, the love of his life. The only man who has ever owned his heart for Jeongguk alone holds the exclusive key to it.

It has always been Jeongguk. Always. Since the moment they met years ago in college…

It was a day like any other, sunlight painting the campus in a golden hue, when Jimin found himself captivated by a young man that would forever imprint himself in his heart. It was in the hallowed halls of the science building, where a bright-eyed Jimin stumbled upon a scene that would forever change the trajectory of his own story. There, amidst the academic chatter, stood Jeongguk. With a dishevelled mane of dark curls, rebellious fashion choices, Jeongguk seemed like a typical charming bad boy. Yet, appearances can be deceiving. Soon, Jimin got to know that behind Jeongguk's rugged exterior lay a heart as tender as morning dew. 

Their first real conversation was a week later under the shade of a grand oak tree, where Jeongguk was seemingly unbothered by the world around him. 

"Your sketches are amazing," Jimin said after approaching him, unable to hide his awe. 

Jeongguk looked up, his eyes revealing a kindness that melted Jimin's heart. "Thank you. I'm not really good at it, I think, but I'm glad you like it anyway."

"Ah. You're not only talented but also humble. I like that," Jimin said with a wink.

"I heard you are smart but modest. I like that too," Jeongguk threw back with a dashing smile, clearly letting go of the shyness that was apparent in his eyes.

Their conversation afterwards flowed effortlessly. Jimin was spellbound by Jeongguk's honesty and kindness, and Jeongguk was eagerly listening to everything Jimin had to say. It was perfect. They just clicked like they were made for each other. The world may have perceived Jeongguk as a bad boy, but in Jimin's eyes, he was a masterpiece.

As the days turned into weeks, their encounters became more frequent and Jimin discovered the many facets of Jeongguk. The boy was not only a talented artist, but also a dedicated student and a soft-hearted man who nurtured an unconditional love for the things and people he held dear—like Jimin. So, it was only a matter of time until Jimin would fall in love with him. 

And he did fall in love with Jeongguk, quickly and intensely, casting the world into shadows as the love for this man took centre stage.

But since Jimin's parents were getting divorced at the time, his dark thoughts stopped him every time he wanted to confess his love, even though deep down he suspected that Jeongguk felt the same way about him. It was stupid and Jimin knew that it was, but heart and head don't always listen to each other when it comes to love.

Years have passed since then, but somehow life and work got in the way and as a result they have been hanging in a limbo for years that goes beyond friendship but has not yet reached the final stage.

And yet Jimin promised himself all those years ago that he would do and give everything for this man.

Like now.

Reminded of his purpose, Jimin scans the chaos, his eyes darting wildly over everything. The surrounding streets are choked with traffic, an endless sea of honking cars and terrified pedestrians that are struggling in the cold. Screeching tires as well as the frantic shouts of trapped motorists are everywhere. Wailing sirens drown out the desperate cries for help of the people who are still trapped in the building.

Guilt gnaws at Jimin when he looks around. He couldn't protect the only person that matters in his life. Deep down, he knows that this is nonsense. He could never have protected Jeongguk from a situation like that. But he could have been with him, if only he had found the courage before to confess his feelings. Things could have been different—would have certainly been different.

His mind is a haunted gallery, where the portraits of missed chances and unsaid words hang like spectres, tormenting his every thought. He replays the unspoken confessions, the tender moments they shared, each memory more vivid and painful than the last. If he had finally had the courage to do it years ago, they would surely be living together by now. 

Jimin wishes he could have been there, could have held Jeongguk close, to whisper reassurances and promises that love would conquer all. Then Jeongguk wouldn't be alone now. Without Jimin. Full of fear for his life. 

If Jeongguk is still alive at all. 

"But what if he's already dead?" Jimin thinks out loud, his breath visible in the air.

He doesn't even want to think about it, shouldn't be. The thought would paralyse him even further. It would choke him until he would collapse to the frozen floor, waiting for silent death to come and take him.

He shakes his head. This is not the time to have such thoughts. There should never be the time to have them. Hence, he puts all his remaining strength into the task of finding Jeongguk among the survivors. It's what keeps him alive. Looking at every single face.

The whole street is a disaster zone, and rescue teams are already hard at work, pulling survivors from the wreckage, their faces etched with fear and pain. Jimin would die to replace them or be added to their team, but he isn't allowed, so all he can do is wait.

He waits with clenched fists, his mouth wanting to scream that this is unfair, but would anybody listen? Probably not. No one cares that he wants to do something—anything—to change this cruel fate, but it's impossible. He can only look.

Each face Jimin sees sends a pang of hope and dread through his heart, a rollercoaster of emotions that threatens to consume him, because these faces don't belong to the one he wants to see.

The only one he wants to see as selfish as that sounds.

Bam, his loyal rescue dog, whines softly at his side, pressed against his leg. The doberman's fur is coated with a fine layer of dust and melting snowflakes, and his eyes mirror his owner's fear and helplessness. Bam knows. He knows that Jeongguk lives in this very building. His dark eyes dart toward the wreckage, filled with an almost human understanding. His well-muscled frame is tense, ready to leap into action if needed. Jimin understands it, accustomed to the subtle actions of his dog. Bam would do anything to see the other man again.

At one point when life was good and the three of them happy, Jimin had even joked that Bam would trade him for Jeongguk in a heartbeat. He is not jealous about it, because he knows that while he is the most important person for Bam, he is the dog's colleague in a larger context, but Jeongguk is his friend, his partner in crime. Jimin trains Bam and Jeongguk spoils him.

They are like a family, like parents.

Jimin remembers exactly how he met Bam and later introduced him to Jeongguk, a cherished memory that seems just like yesterday:

6 years ago…

Jimin stood at the entrance of the bustling firefighting academy, the scent of fresh paint making him slightly queasy that morning. As he weaved through the throng of eager colleagues and headed into the changing rooms, he felt an unexpected nudge against his leg. Looking down, he discovered a young Doberman puppy, eyes gleaming with curiosity and playfulness. The puppy's fur was a deep shade of dark brown, with a distinctive black muzzle and expressive eyes.

"What are you doing here, little guy?" Jimin whispered, crouching down to pet the puppy. The dog wagged his tail, seemingly drawn to Jimin's presence.

One of the instructors, noticing the interaction, approached with a smile. "Hey Jimin, that's our newest addition to the search and rescue training program."

Jimin's eyes lit up. He was familiar with the search and rescue dog training, an integral part of the firefighting curriculum. He had always admired the dedication and heroism of these remarkable animals. It was hard to believe that there could be so much courage in this little puppy, but it was evident in the pup's eagerness and happiness.

"Wow. I envy those who get to work with the dogs," Jimin said while petting the hyperactive pup.

"Well, that little fellow is still looking for a trainer." The instructor observed the puppy's reaction to Jimin, his wagging tail and joyful behaviour. "I believe you two would make an excellent team. It's clear he's taken a liking to you."

"But I'm not a trainer."

"Not yet. But I remember that you took the various courses that are part of the training curriculum. It could be your first. Everyone has to begin somewhere."

Jimin gazed into Bam's eyes while so many different thoughts and questions were swirling through his mind. There was a promise of adventures in them. It seemed that fate had decided to bring him face to face with a new course in his life, presenting an unexpected and entrancing partner.

"Do you think we could be a good match?" Jimin asked the instructor.

"Who knows? Only time and training will tell."

The uncertainty only fueled Jimin's determination. As he stroked Bam's fur, he envisioned the possibilities that lay ahead. The prospect of being a team, of saving lives together, it all beckoned him like a siren's call—or fire alarm. It was a starting point, a chance to create something extraordinary out of the ordinary.

Only a short while later when the bureaucratic tangle was navigated, and the ink on the paperwork had barely dried, Jimin was granted the privilege of taking the doberman with him. He named the puppy Bam, short for Bamseok, a name that held sentimental value for him. It was his late grandfather's name who was a firefighter as well and introduced Jimin into the field.

When Jeongguk heard about Bam, he immediately came over to Jimin's to meet the new friend, and Bam and Jeongguk immediately fell in love. After half an hour of romping, the little puppy fell asleep in Jeongguk's arms, which both continued until the present day—even if Bam is way too big for it now. 

So in the end, Jimin became Bam's trainer and caregiver, tackling the challenges of their job together, but Jeongguk became Bam's best friend. Together, they were inseparable.

Were…

Hopefully, they still are, and always will be.

Jimin takes a faltering step forward in the direction of the collapsed building, Bam on a leash, preventing the dog from running to Jeongguk, but a firefighter's strong hand on his shoulder holds him back. 

"It's too dangerous," the firefighter shouts. Their priority is safety, not only for the victims but also for those who might rush in without proper training. They don't know that Jimin is one of them as well, a firefighter, and Bam is his search and rescue dog, trained to find and recover missing people.

Jimin turns to face the firefighter, his eyes red-rimmed and desperate. He wipes away the tears, his voice choked with emotion. "Please, my best friend is in there. I'm a firefighter too, and Bam here is trained for search and rescue. Let us help. We have experience."

The firefighter, a tall man with a strong and determined demeanour, studies Jimin for a moment. He seems to sense the urgency and determination in Jimin's eyes, but shakes his head in the end. "I'm sorry, but since you're not on duty, you count as a civilian and I have to deal with you the same way I deal with everyone else. As a firefighter, you should know."

Jimin does know, his head knows very well, but that doesn't mean his heart accepts it that way. Just as he is about to say something foolish again, which he knows is nonsense, he hears his name.

"Jimin?" 

Jimin tries to find the person to the voice. It's his friend Namjoon, he would recognise his voice among a thousand others. They've known each other for years, and Namjoon knows about Jimin's deep connection with Jeongguk.

"Jimin," Namjoon repeats gently, placing a comforting hand on Jimin's shoulder. "You are here!"

"Yes," Jimin stammers, a torrent of emotions threatening to drown him. Tears well up and he hiccups, hastily wiping them away with his palms. "Jeongguk is..."

His voice shatters like glass, and Namjoon pulls him into a tight embrace.

"Oh, Jimin."

"Jeongguk, he…he…" Jimin chokes on his words. "He sent me a message when it happened. He said that he's scared."

"Jimin…" 

"My baby was scared, Joonie!"

"Shhhh. Calm down. We will find and rescue him." Namjoon's attempt at reassurance is hollow.

Jimin shakes his head and that is the point when he almost collapses in Namjoon's arms and his voice becomes almost impossible to hear. "But if not? What if you don't find him? What if he's…if he's…already dead?"

"Never say this again, Jimin," Namjoon's voice turns stern, as if trying to silence the ever-mounting dread. He grasps Jimin's shoulders, shaking them a bit, attempting to steady a world that was spinning out of control.  "Don't even think like that! There's still hope!"

"Hope?! I have eyes, Namjoon. I am not blind nor stupid. Look! Look at that wretched building!" Jimin's cries. "How can you say there's hope?"

"Jimin…"

"No, I should have been there, be with him. Then, he wouldn't be alone. We would live together, decorate the christmas tree, and try to stop our children or puppies from opening the presents too soon! Hell, even cooking something would be enough. I don't care because it would mean we would have something, do something! Anything! But now, we have nothing. Zero. And who did that to us? Who's fault is that? Huh? Do you know? Yes! It was me!"

"Jimin, please. Stop blaming yourself," Namjoon pleads.

"How can I? It was my fault. I should have confessed!" Jimin's voice wavers. "I should have told him how much I love him!"

"You will, Jimin, there is still time," Namjoon whispers, the words fragile like glass. "We will find him, and you will have the chance to finally pour your heart out to him. I know that he would never die before saying goodbye to you. You know him, he would fight death itself—or annoy him so much that death would run away just to escape this overgrown baby."

Jimin knows that Namjoon means well and that he is giving his all to calm Jimin down. It could have worked, were they not right in front of the disastrous sight. 

With his sweater sleeve, Jimin rubs his nose clean, a sad sniff following right after. He looks down at Bam, who's nestled close, seeking solace, and tenderly wipes away his tears, both for Bam's comfort and his own.

"I'm scared, Namjoon," Jimin admits, baring the fear that grips his heart. "I'm so, so scared. Like my baby is."

"I know, Jimin. I'm scared too," Namjoon confesses. "But we can't allow fear to paralyse us. We have a duty to assist the survivors and locate him. My colleagues are doing their best to rescue him and the others."

Taking a shuddering breath, Jimin nods. He knows Namjoon is right. There's a task at hand, and he can't let fear overpower his determination. He gazes down at Bam. "Let us help, please. You know that Bam and I are trained to do that."

"Jimin, please understand. You're not on duty, and this isn't your jurisdiction. You know the rules. Please go home and wait. I'll inform you immediately when we find him."

"Go home?! Are you fucking kidding me?" Jimin's voice is strained when he basically shouts at Namjoon, "How do you expect me to just go home? Should I just walk away? Without him? Without helping at all? No, no, no. I can't do that. I won't do that! I refuse!"

"I know. I know you wouldn't just walk away." Namjoon looks at the building, his gaze scanning the area. "You know you can't help us search for Jeongguk, but you could offer basic first aid and CPR to those in need while waiting."

"But I have Bam! We could be lifesavers—not just Jeongguk's."

"Jimin, please."

"No, Namjoon. Do you remember that there's an exception for me to help you during large-scale emergencies, natural disasters, or significant incidents that overwhelm the capabilities of a single jurisdiction," Jimin recites, clinging to the guidelines he learned at the Fire Training Academy.

Namjoon frowns. "It's not that simple. The exception is applicable when the Incident Commander formally requests aid from other fire departments, such as yours. We are bound by operational protocols. This decision is beyond my authority."

"Then, let me talk to him. I beg you!"

"Even if he authorises your request, what about your personal protective equipment? Look at you, Jimin. You're in regular clothes!"

"There's definitely a spare uniform in one of your trucks. You know that, and I know it too."

"And what about legal protection? And insurance?"

"Namjoon!" Jimin's voice rises now. "I don't care about the fucking insurance! The man who means the world to me is in that building, and I want to search for him! If I don't, there's nothing in this world that matters to me anymore anyway! So fuck that useless insurance!" A loud sob shakes him and Bam whines loudly, scratching at Jimin's trousers. "Namjoon, please," he almost whispers pleadingly.

Namjoon grinds his teeth, shifting his gaze from Jimin to the building. After a deep sigh and a moment with closed eyes, he reaches for the radio and unclips it from its holder. Opening his eyes again and locking onto Jimin's, he presses the radio to his lips as he contacts the control centre, "Assistant Chief Kim Namjoon here. I need to speak to IC Jung."

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Chapter Text

Time is moving on but Jimin is still stuck.

The world is still spinning, Jeongguk still missing, and Jimin's heart is still breaking, but nothing changes. If Jimin closes his eyes, he can hear the broken pieces of his heart falling apart. The tiny shards shattering on the broken ground. It all looks pointless.

And yet, there's hope. Hope that hasn't been there before. Nothing much, just a tiny bit, but it keeps him alive and breathing. It's hope in the form of an opportunity like a weak ray of light that peeks through a tiny hole in the wall.

Jimin stands at the threshold of the collapsed building like earlier, but with one main difference: now, he is clad in a full firefighting uniform and at his side is Bam.

Both are ready to rescue their best friend.

Following a convincing discussion with the Incident Commander, Namjoon successfully obtained permission for Jimin to participate in the ongoing search and rescue operations. He highlighted Jimin's expertise and specialised training as a member of the special task force to sway IC Jung. Furthermore, the immediacy of Jimin and Bam's presence on-site, having swiftly responded upon receiving Jeongguk's distressing text message, served as another compelling argument.

Jimin draws in a deep breath, mentally bracing himself for the forthcoming task, as he steps into the abyss of twisted metal and crushed concrete. Other firefighters are rushing into and out of the building as well, saving people who couldn't reach the exit on their own or are too young or too old. 

Their cries and pleads resemble the voice in Jimin's head that laments his lost friend.

Namjoon already briefed him that the rescue teams are currently busy on the third floor. The first and second have been already cleared, the injured people being escorted out of the building.

Jeongguk lives on the fifth, leaving Jimin to deduce that Jeongguk might be somewhere between the third floor and his apartment on the fifth. He hasn't been found or escaped the building himself yet. Either because he's trapped in his apartment or lost in the wreckage. The possibilities are heart-wrenching.

So many people were already stuck on the staircase and could only escape after the firefighters built the plank bridges. Jeongguk could be anywhere, but Jimin knows he must find him quickly before more of the building collapses. Further to his right, he could already see through a gigantic hole on his right from the entrance directly to a bathroom on the third floor.

The darkness within the structure is oppressive, broken only by sporadic beams of light cutting through the dust and debris. Dust hangs thick in the air, making every breath difficult even with his mask on. The acrid smell of disaster and the scene before him is nothing short of grim. Shouts and screams echo everywhere, coming from the remaining people inside. 

Jimin's senses are heightened and his mind focused when he moves over the obstacles. With a focused gaze, he scans the remnants of the entrance hallway. Wooden beams and concrete slabs create a treacherous maze. 

"Find Jeongguk, Bam," he commands, more or less to focus himself again as Bam definitely knows what he's supposed to do.

Amidst the broken walls and tangled wires, they stumble upon what was once a reception area. Cracks run through the walls. The remnants of desks and chairs lie strewn across the floor, their once-pristine surfaces marked by dust and splinters. The shattered glass of the reception counter mirrors the shattered lives that were touched by this tragedy. Papers and documents are scattered like fallen leaves of the reception counter. As Jimin carefully navigates them through the wreckage, a glimpse of a photograph caught in the rubble catches his eye—a family portrait, probably the receptionist's. The photograph, though slightly damaged, still maintains its vibrancy. Jimin hopes that its owner has long been safe and that their family doesn't have to mourn for them.

Ripping his gaze from the photograph, Jimin leaves the office behind to continue their search. 

"Come, Bam."

Once they reach the staircase ahead, Jimin's insides tighten up at the view. The staircase is not merely damaged; it's utterly broken. The sheer force of the explosion had brought the building to its knees. The occasional groans of weakened support beams resonate in Jimin's ears. Even Bam whimpers when he sees the chaos.

Luckily, the other firefighters already built two makeshift bridges with the help of strong planks that reach from the first floor to the landing and then from there to the second floor. 

The structure groans and shifts with each step, but carefully Jimin and Bam make their way after waiting for another firefighter coming downstairs, carrying a dusty child in their arms that sobs into their chest. With shaking hands, Jimin clutches onto the rope attached to the side that functions as a handrail. He just hopes that the remains of the staircase will hold their combined weight and that of the planks as he and Bam ascend. Meanwhile, Jimin has a tight grip on the dog's vest. A single wrong step could prove catastrophic—Bam could trip or the stairs could give way. Jimin is acutely aware of the stakes and won't allow that to happen at any cost.

"Slowly, Bam."

Upon reaching the second floor, Jimin takes a moment to survey the scene. The structure's inner core was distorted by the force of the explosion and the following collapse. The once-familiar hallways with its green wall paint are now a maze of destruction. The walls surrounding the former staircase leading to the third floor are already weakened, a potentially risky passage but a calculated risk he's willing to take. Broken remnants of furniture and fallen ceiling panels create an obstacle course. Distant cries reach Jimin's ears, and he glances back to see other firefighters and rescue teams slowly making their way through the rubble. 

With each step Jimin and Bam take, they edge closer to the heart of the wreckage, closer to the possibility of finding Jeongguk and anyone else trapped in this nightmarish labyrinth. Luckily, there's still a part of the staircase to the third floor left at the side. It's small and narrow, only enough to take one step at a time. There's no way Jimin and Bam can climb it side by side. So, Jimin goes first. 

"Be careful, buddy."

The third floor proves to be even more challenging, requiring Jimin to crawl through a narrow gap in the collapsed ceiling. Bam follows him, wiggling his way through the little hole. His fur is already entirely covered in dust. At this point, Jimin is grateful for his intense firefighting training, which has prepared him for such tight and dangerous spaces. Plus, the thought of Jeongguk's safety keeps him pushing forward. 

On this floor, he encounters a group of fellow rescue workers. No one has seen a man based on Jimin's description of Jeongguk here. They only found an old man with his seven cats in one of the apartments. Everyone else has already managed to descend to the other floors. The old man was only still in his apartment because his cats were so frightened that he couldn't manage to put them all in their transport boxes to save them and himself. And he refused to leave without his cats, so two firefighters are still with him catching the panicking pets before they can get them all to safety.

Jimin shares a glimpse of worry and hope with his colleagues, all of them aware of the weight of their task. Some words of encouragement and quiet nods are exchanged before Jimin and Bam continue their way to the higher floors. 

On the fourth level, the hallway, though still damaged, is eerily silent. The only illumination is the faint glimmer of emergency exit signs. Broken windows frame the scene, through which Jimin can see the chaos beneath, the blinking lights of the ambulances, fire trucks and police. 

"Bam, can you smell him?" Jimin asks his dog. Bam's senses are finely tuned for this very purpose, and Jimin has to make sure that Jeongguk is not on this floor before they can continue their way to the fifth. With a quiet command, Jimin guides Bam through the hallway, who immediately goes to work, his nose twitching as he takes in the scents lingering in the air. He sniffs carefully along the walls, the floor, and the scattered debris. He moves methodically, step by step, searching for any trace of Jeongguk's scent. But there's none. Nothing. Jimin exhales a heavy breath, a mix of relief and impatience. It means that they can finally proceed to the fifth floor.

"Good boy," Jimin says, guiding Bam back to the staircase where they quickly make their way to their initial destination, determined to reach Jeongguk as soon as possible.

As they approach the hallway leading to Jeongguk's apartment, Jimin gasps and Bam whines in a high tone. It becomes apparent that this floor had borne the brunt of the calamity. The once-vibrant hallway leading to Jeongguk's apartment is barely recognisable. The power of disaster had clearly been having a field day with this floor. It's evident in every cracked wall, every shattered door, and every piece of debris strewn about. 

Jimin's heart pounds in his chest as he approaches what's left of Jeongguk's door. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever lies beyond when he notices that something is off. He doesn't realise what it is until he sees his dog: Bam isn't looking at Jeongguk's door. 

"Bam?" 

Addressed, the dogs runs away, barking loudly. 

"Bam!" Jimin screams after the dog. 

Only a few metres to the side, Bam stops and lies down quietly in front of an apartment with an opened door, indicating that he found something. 

Jimin stumbles into the apartment, his eyes wide with terror, and his breath comes out in ragged gasps. The hallway is now a scene of a nightmare. Old-fashioned furniture lies in ruins, belongings are scattered, and the walls are marred.

In the midst of this chaos, Jimin searches desperately for any sign of his best friend, his voice rising in a frantic cry. 

"Jeongguk! Jeongguk!" he screams, his heart pounding as he prays for a response. "Jeongguk!"

In his way is a wall of fallen beams and parts of the ceiling which blocks the passage to the living room.

Then, he hears it. Sobbing and whimpering. There is someone.

Panic courses through his veins, and he knows that time is of the essence. He takes a step back, gathers all his strength, and with a fierce determination, he lifts the beams one by one. Each second seems to stretch into an eternity. Wood splinters are poking at his gloves but he wouldn't feel anything even without them. Bam's scratching at the ground shows him that Jeongguk must be behind that obstacle. 

"Jeongguk!" Jimin screams.

To his surprise, a voice responds, but it's not Jeongguk. It's the trembling voice of an elderly lady, the quaver in her words filled with fear and desperation. "Help! Please help! We are here," she begs.

Jimin redoubles his efforts, driven by the urgency of the situation. His heart races, and his every muscle strains as he works tirelessly to clear the debris, all while Bam whimpers and paws at the ground, eager to help in any way he can.

"Stay calm! I will get to you. I will help you!" Jimin shouts through the stale air.

Gradually, under Jimin's relentless resolve, a small opening begins to take shape amidst the rubble, revealing a path to the trapped individuals.

Jimin squeezes through the opening, ignoring the aches in his body, and emerges on the other side. He finds himself in a space filled with darkness, smoke, and an elderly lady in a wheelchair. The woman's eyes are full of tears. She extends her frail arms towards him, and Jimin gently takes her hand, reassuring her with a forced smile.

"Help is here," Jimin whispers.

"You have to help us!"

"Us?" Jimin asks. He already fears the answer.

After all that Jimin has seen today, he would not have thought that anything else could shock him as much as the sight of his gaze following the woman's outstretched index finger.

There lies Jeongguk. His Jeongguk. Motionless. Next to the wheelchair on the floor. 

"Jeongguk! Baby!"

Parts of the fallen ceiling cover him while the old lady has apparently already managed to remove smaller ones from him.

But there is something even worse. 

Blood.

It's leaving Jeongguk in rivers and Jimin is sure that his own blood stopped streaming at all. There's a ringing in his ear that drowns the woman's pleas and explanations that she tried to call emergency services but didn't get through. He doesn't hear her describe how Jeongguk immediately rushed to her after the building started to collapse, remembering his old neighbour in the wheelchair who definitely wouldn't reach the ground level without his help. He also doesn't notice that Bam started to dig his way through the boulders to get to his best friend.

Rigidly, he stands in the living room, every second of his life with Jeongguk swirling through his mind.

A series of loud barks coming from Bam pulls him into reality again.

"Jeongguk," Jimin whispers. "Baby, no. Please, no."

His heart pounds as he approaches the pile of rubble where Jeongguk is trapped. Tears roll down his cheeks, mixing with the dust on his face. His breathing quickens, and his hands tremble, but he knows he can't afford to let fear consume him.

Not now. Never.

His heart pounds in his chest like a relentless drumbeat as he approaches the pile of rubble where Jeongguk is trapped.  He kneels down, joining Bam's frantic digging, determined to uncover Jeongguk's face beneath the debris. First, they free Jeongguk's head. His complexion is ghostly pale and his eyes are closed as if in a deep slumber. The dark hair is matted with blood from a head wound just over the left ear. Jimin's heart sinks at the sight. 

"No," he whispers. "This can't be."

Without hesitation, he gently places his fingers on Jeongguk's neck, searching for a pulse first. His touch is light, and he prays for a reassuring throb beneath his fingertips.

"Please let there be something. Give me anything."

As he waits for a sign of life, he watches for any rise and fall of Jeongguk's chest, a hint of breath. 

But there's nothing. No movement. No breathing.

Jimin panics even more, because the blood is still constantly flowing out of the limp body. He cradles Jeongguk's head with utmost care, making sure not to worsen his injuries, and he softly calls his friend's name, hoping for any response, "Jeongguk?"

Again. There's only eerie silence apart from the old woman in the background that sobs and sobs. 

"Stay with me, Jeongguk," Jimin pleads, his voice trembling as he fights back the lump in his throat. "You're going to be okay. Just hang in there."

Jimin's hands work swiftly and urgently. He tears off a piece of his sleeve and presses it onto Jeongguk's head wound, trying to stem the flow of blood. He applies firm but gentle pressure, his eyes never leaving his friend's pale face. With another strip, he secures it around the head.

When everything is where it is supposed to be, he grabs the radio from his belt to contact Namjoon. However, he doesn't press the device to his own mouth, but gives it to the old lady in the wheelchair.

"Here, hold this, please. Press this button. I need to call help."

Meanwhile, he positions Jeongguk's body on his back, making sure not to exacerbate any potential spinal injuries. He can't waste any more time. He knows Jeongguk's life hangs in the balance, so he checks for any obstructions in Jeongguk's airway, clearing them as best as he can.

Namjoon's voice crackles through the radio, filled with relief, "Jimin! Are you okay?"

"Namjoon!" It's the only thing Jimin answers at first, because he currently concentrates on interlocking his fingers for the CPR. With practised movements, he places the heel of his palm on the centre of Jeongguk's chest. He counts the compressions in his head, remembering his training, pushing hard and fast.

"Jimin! Are you okay?!" Namjoon repeats, his urgency growing.

Jimin takes a deep, shaky breath before replying, "I found Jeongguk."

A brief pause, then Namjoon responds, "That's great! I'm so relie–"

Jimin cuts him off, "He's hurt, Joon. Please send someone up here. He needs fast treatment." 

"I… Where are you?"

"Fifth floor. Apartment 5813."

"I will send someone."

In the background, Jimin can hear Namjoon talking to someone that is clearly part of the ambulance. He continues the cycle of chest compressions and rescue breaths, hoping for any sign of life. His world narrows down to the rhythm of his compressions, the sound of his own breath, Bam's quiet whimpers, the woman's sniffing, and the faint radio chatter from Namjoon in the background. Jimin is fully aware that time is not on their side, but he refuses to surrender to despair. He won't give up on Jeongguk without a fight.

"Be fast! He's already dying." The end of Jimin's sentence is less than a strained whisper.

"We try to be as fast as we can. We will be there in about three minutes."

"I-I don't think we have so much time left."

"Jimin. He will survive. 

"He won't."

"He will! He's strong! Believe in him!"

"I can't. You don't see him. He already looks dead. And there's blood. Joonie, there's so much blood here," Jimin wails.

"Jimin. Trust him. I will come myself. Wait for me. Stay with him, Jimin."

Jimin nods at the lady to signal the end of the call.

"Are you his boyfriend?" she asks, her nimble but strong fingers still clutch the radio.

For a brief moment, the question successfully distracts Jimin. He gazes into the old woman's eyes, searching for understanding or perhaps a hint of solace. But only for a moment, before the entire weight of the question crashes down on him, like a heavy boulder on his chest.

"No," he weeps, still pressing onto Jeongguk's chest.

"Oh," she responds, her surprise evident in her soft sigh.

Jimin decides to give more details, perhaps to distract himself from the unbearable situation. "Because," he says, punctuating his words with each press onto Jeongguk's chest, "I'm... A… Fucking… Coward…A… Pathetic… Looser."

The old woman's eyes soften with empathy. "You don't look like a coward to me, young man."

"I am," Jimin scoffs, his doubt overshadowing any self-belief. "I couldn't even manage to tell him that I love him because I was always too scared that he might reject me."

"You fought your way through this hellish building to find him. That's brave and heroic."

"I am neither brave nor a hero," Jimin counters. "So much time has passed and so many opportunities were left unused. It's all my fault. I'm truly not brave if I can't even tell the love of my life how much he means to me. I mean look at me! I should be keeping him alive, and yet, I'm just spending time chit-chatting with a stranger, complaining about my nonexistent relationship. How pathetic am I?"

The old lady leans in closer, her frail hand resting on Jimin's trembling shoulder. "Love has a way of turning cowards into heroes when it truly matters. You've already shown tremendous bravery by coming here, and you're still fighting for him. I think you're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

Jimin takes in her words, and for a moment, he feels a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. He glances down at Jeongguk, his eyes still closed, his life hanging in the balance. The old lady has a point, and maybe she's right.

"I won't let you go." 

It's like a promise before he gently tilts Jeongguk back, pinches his nose, and seals their lips to breathe life into him.

"That's the spirit, my dear. You two are a good match. You know, Jeongguk came to me right away after the building started to shake, because he knew I wouldn't get out of here. He has always been a good boy, never too busy to stop in his tracks when he sees me trying to get into the lift or even when I balance the groceries on my useless legs. He reminds me of my late husband, Yeongsik. Very handsome but also very stubborn. Although I told Jeongguk that I am old and he should save himself, he flatly refused to leave without me. He said if something happened to him, his guardian angel would come to help him anyway." The old woman studies Jimin with a knowing look. "And it looks like he was right about that."

Jimin imagines Jeongguk in this situation. He shakes his head with a little smile on his face. It perfectly sounds like his stubborn best friend. Although his heart aches, a fresh amount of energy surges through him. "I'll fight for you, no matter what."

The following minutes seem to last forever while they wait for Namjoon's team and the medics, but eventually, they hear people in front of the door.

The next part feels surreal for Jimin. His trembling hands clutch at the fabric of Jeongguk's jacket as Namjoon gently but firmly pulls him away from his beloved, promising that their friend will be well taken care of. Tears blur Jimin's vision as he watches Jeongguk being carefully strapped onto a stretcher, the pale face of his love seeming so fragile beneath the harsh, unforgiving lights of the rescue team. 

His world narrows to a singular point of focus, the sight of Jeongguk being carried away from him.

It's only the insistent tugging at his jacket that rouses him from the depths of his despair. Jimin's wide, tear-filled eyes meet Bam's gaze. The dog has a loose end of Jimin's jacket in his muzzle, pulling at it in order to drag his owner out of the building now that they fulfilled their duty. 

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Beep. 

Beep. 

Beep.

Rhythmic beeping fills the room, an unending chorus that has Jimin's attention in a tight grip. It's the sound of the machines working constantly to support Jeongguk's life.

Beep. 

Beep. 

Beep.

Jimin's fingers tap out the rhythm on his knees as he waits, sitting by Jeongguk's bedside in the quiet hospital room. Occasional muffled footsteps of the hospital staff beyond the door are the only proof that time doesn't stand still and that Jimin doesn't find himself in a hellish loop.

Beep. 

Beep. 

Beep.

For time seems to play a cruel game with him.

Beep. 

Beep. 

Beep.

Minutes stretch into hours, and Jimin's patience is tested, but he refuses to leave. He's here, and he'll remain here, even if he's still wearing his dirty uniform. It doesn't matter how long it takes for his best friend to wake up.

He will be here at Jeongguk's side.

Forever.

Never leaving him again.

However long or short their forever may be.

His gaze never wavers from Jeongguk's face, which is too white under the pale, sterile light. Jimin knows that he probably looks the same, pale and puffy. Even though the tears on his face have already dried, not by choice, but rather due to the ceaseless flow being quenched by dehydration, he still looks like a heap of misery.

But he still has hope. He's in for the long haul. He's prepared to wait as long as it takes for Jeongguk to wake up. His best friend might be in the depths of a coma, but he is still alive. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. That is the only thing that counts.

And Jeongguk's heartbeat.

Beep. 

Beep. 

Beep.

Jimin wishes Bam would be here. The poor dog looked almost betrayed when Namjoon took him with him. However, the hospital's strict policy on pets denies them both, man and dog, the soothing company they so desperately need at the moment. Jimin knows that Bam is suffering just as much as himself. The dog has found his best friend, and, unlike Jimin, Bam doesn't grasp the concept that a hospital could offer help. Jimin's insides tighten and he feels sick to his stomach just thinking about the possibility that Bam might believe that he lost both of his humans forever.

Just when Jimin is lost in his dark thoughts about his dog, fate seems to take pity on him. Out of the blue, an unexpected visitor arrives.

"Still not woken up?" 

Jimin turns around and sees the old lady in her wheelchair, rolling into the room. The wheels creak softly as she approaches Jeongguk's bedside. She studies him with a thoughtful expression, her fingers gently tracing the back of his hand. "I see there's no change in his condition."

"No," Jimin replies with a sigh. As soon as he looks into the old lady's eyes, a few tears roll down his face again—tears that really shouldn't be in him any more at this point.

The old lady moves herself closer to Jimin, touching his cheeks and rubbing away the tears. "Oh no, my dear, don't cry. The nurse told me Jeonggukie is fine. In a coma, still, but fine nevertheless."

"But if it gets worse? What if he doesn't wake up?"

"Do you really think he wouldn't move heaven and hell just to be able to open his eyes again when such a pretty young man is waiting for him so longingly?"

A tiny smile appears on Jimin's face when the lady pulls him into a tight embrace.

"Besides, I've seen my fair share of miracles in this world. Life has a funny way of surprising us when we least expect it."

"You really think so?" Jimin dares to open up his heart for a glimmer of hope. 

She smiles kindly, her eyes crinkling at the corners with a lifetime of smiles and tears. "I've lived long enough to know that hope is a powerful force. Sometimes, it's the only thing that keeps us going."

Jimin nods in agreement. Even if he's still uncertain about Jeongguk's recovery, a flicker of relief softens his features. It's as if a tiny fragment of the enormous stone weighing on his chest has been lifted. "I just wish there was something more I could do."

"You're doing everything you can by being here, by believing," she reassures him with a gentle squeeze of his hand. "Never underestimate the power of your presence and your love."

Their eyes meet.

"I love him so much," Jimin whispers, his voice trembling.

"I know, my dear. I know. It's a love so strong that I can feel it. And I'm sure," she begins, extending her hand to touch Jeongguk's, "he feels it too, deep within his heart."

"Thank you," Jimin says.

"No, my son. I have to thank you for rescuing this old lady here," the woman says, pointing at herself. "Without you, no one would have ever gotten my call for help."

"The other rescue workers would certainly have found you."

"Maybe, but it was you who did, so I owe you my life. And I haven't had the time to thank you for it yet." 

"You don't have to do that. That's my job."

"Rubbish. I am old and wise, and you must accept my gratitude if I say so."

Jimin giggles despite the emotional void inside him. "If you say so."

"Oh, I do."

"Then, it's my pleasure to have saved your life."

"Sounds better, because you won't be getting rid of me so quickly now. See Jeongguk. He's like a son to me. And since you are so close to him, now you are too."

"Sounds like a threat," Jimin says teasingly.

"Because it is," the lady throws back with a wink.

It's only after a nurse enters the room to check the machines that the old lady bids him farewell.

On her way out, she says, "You know, my dear, they say that sometimes people in comas can hear the voices of their loved ones. It may not seem like much, but keep talking to him. You never know when your words might become the key that unlocks his way back to you."

Jimin is left without a chance to respond, the door closing before he can utter a word. Yet her words resonate deeply within him, prompting him to lean closer to Jeongguk, whispering, "I don't know if you can hear me, but I want you to know that I'm here, right by your side. I have always been and I always will be right here next to you. I love you, Jeongguk. You mean everything to me."

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Over the next three days, Jimin observes the nurses moving in and out of rooms. The time in the hospital visibly takes a toll on him. He looks awful, and the old lady, whom he learned is called Youjeen, tells him so much every day when she visits. Jimin couldn't be happier that she stays at his side from time to time, even if it is just half an hour per day, but it helps to keep his sanity. It makes him feel less alone and he is endlessly thankful for that.

Luckily, Jeongguk's parents are also constant visitors who share his pain. Both rushed to the hospital the next morning after the incident. It took them so much time to come because they were still on vacation on Jejudo when Namjoon had finally reached and informed them about the catastrophe.

Like Jimin, they are always present when the numerous doctors come and go, delivering updates that are often accompanied by cautious optimism. Sure, the doctors always assure Jimin and Jeongguk's parents that Jeongguk's vital signs are stable, that his body is responding to treatment, and that there are no signs of worsening, but it's frustrating when nothing really changes. It stays the same. Day in, day out. And with every passing hour the pain in his heart worsens.

On the fourth day, Jimin starts reading to Jeongguk from his favourite books, believing that the familiar stories might awaken something within him. He plays their favourite songs, hoping that the music will rekindle shared memories. And he shares the countless messages from their friends, who send their love and well wishes to bolster Jeongguk's recovery.

"You have to wake up, baby," Jimin whispers when he finishes just another book. "I miss you."

But there's no response.

Not yesterday.

Not today.

Not the day after. 

After ten days of dreadful waiting, on a quiet morning, Jimin feels a subtle change when he watches the sun peek through the boring curtains. It's a flutter, a small squeeze of his hand as he hums a tune to Jeongguk. He gasps, heart pounding, and squeezes back. The machines continue their steady beeping, but now there's a new sound—a soft exhale, a breath that had been held for far too long.

"Jeongguk?"

Jeongguk's eyelids flicker. 

"Jeongguk!" Tears of relief stream down Jimin's face. "Jeongguk, are you awake? Can you hear me? It's me, Jimin."

Jeongguk's eyes flutter open. It's as though he's emerging from a deep, long slumber. His lips part slightly, yet no words emerge. His unfocused gaze meets Jimin's, and he tilts his head with the effort to grasp his surroundings.

"Ji-Jimin?"

"Jeongguk, you're back." Jimin can't contain the flood of tears that spill from his eyes. "You're really back."

"Is it really you?" Jeongguk rasps, his voice still weak and barely used.

"Yes, it's me," Jimin says, his voice quivering. "You've been asleep for a while, but I'm right here with you. I've been waiting for you to wake up."

Jeongguk's hand trembles as he reaches for Jimin. It's a simple touch on the cheek, but means the world for both of them. Tears shimmer in Jimin's eyes as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to Jeongguk's forehead. 

"I missed you so much," Jimin murmurs.

"What... what happened?"

"What do you remember?" Jimin probes, careful not to overwhelm him.

Jeongguk hesitates, lost in thought for a few moments. "I remember I was at home, and everything began to shake. It felt like an earthquake."

"Explosion," Jimin corrects.

"Explosion?"

"Yes. A massive gas explosion underneath the street and your building."

There's no answer to that. Jeongguk falls into contemplative silence.

"I found you like this—well, actually, Bam found you," Jimin explains, "I just followed him. You were injured, so they rushed you to the hospital."

Jeongguk nods weakly when he takes a look at his surroundings, his eyes big, round, and weary.

"I should probably get your parents. They are here as well," Jimin suggests when Jeongguk stays quiet even after a minute. But as he starts to rise, Jeongguk's weak grasp on his wrist pulls him back.

"No," Jeongguk says. 

Jimin looks down to his hand where Jeongguk's fingers slowly slip between his own.

"What—"

"Don't. Please wait a moment before you get them."

"Okay."

"Can we just stay like this?"

"I… Of course, if you want to."

The relief in Jeongguk's eyes is immeasurable. "I do."

"Then, I will stay with you," Jimin reassures him.

"Thank you. For everything."

"There's nothing in this world I'd rather do," Jimin says in all honesty. 

The tired but bright smile on Jeongguk's face that follows his statement only makes it clearer for Jimin that he would also do it again and again. He can't imagine a world without this man. A world without Jeongguk would be empty and miserable. Hard to believe it almost came to that. Jimin swears to himself this minute, this second, that he will never leave Jeongguk alone again. But for this, he needs to tell him something important. He frowns when he thinks about doing the thing he should have done years ago: confessing.

Jeongguk looks shocked. "Hey, hey, don't cry. I'm here. You saved me. There's no reason to cry."

Jimin wipes away his tears with a shaky hand and takes a deep breath. "There is."

Jeongguk leans closer, his concern evident. "Jimin, what's troubling you?"

Jimin swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He needs to get this out. "Jeongguk, you remember that you sent me a message when the building started to shake, right?"

Jeongguk nods slowly, his gaze never leaving Jimin's face. "Of course, I remember. I was scared like shit."

Jimin takes another deep breath. "Me too. I thought I might lose you, and—"

"Jimin, it's okay. We made it through." Jeongguk reaches out and gently touches Jimin's hand, his eyes filled with understanding. 

Jimin squeezes his hand back. His voice quivers when he speaks, "Please, let me finish my sentence." 

Jeongguk's breath hitches, but he leans back a little, granting Jimin the space to lay bare his thoughts. 

"The moment I received your message," Jimin confesses, his voice trembling with the weight of his feelings, "it was as if the entire universe crumbled into countless fragments around me." He inches closer to Jeongguk, their breaths mingling. Jeongguk doesn't say anything, but he widens his eyes and swallows loudly. And yet, he lets it happen, so Jimin continues, "It felt like I wouldn't just lose my best friend, but also my other half, a part of me." 

Their faces are now just a breath apart, the tension between them intensifying. 

"Jeongguk," he murmurs, his words softer than a sigh, "I love you. I've loved you for as long as I can remember. You are the very core of my existence, the final piece that makes me whole. You mean everything to me, and I can't bear to waste another opportunity to say how much I love you."

Jimin is waiting for a sign which shows that Jeongguk allows him to close the gap between them. Jeongguk licks his lips like an unspoken invitation. Jimin’s eyes instinctively follow the motion.

"Jimin," Jeongguk whispers.

"Jeongguk," Jimin echoes.

The world around them dissolves when they both lock their eyes, their breath shaky and their hearts unsteady. 

"I…" Jeongguk begins, being on the brink of a spoken confession, but an intruding voice shatters their moment.

"Now kiss each other already!"

Jimin startles, moving back hastily in his seat. He doesn't need to look to identify the intruder—the scent of Youjeen's potent perfume and the squeak of her wheelchair on the linoleum floor give her away. He turns his head in frustration. 

"Youjeen! What are you doing? You just ruined our moment!"

"Your moment?" she chides, her tone cheeky, and Jimin could swear that he can see a playful glint in her eyes that suggests she's enjoying the situation. "You mean this endless inhalation of each other's breath?"

Jimin rolls his eyes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yes, well... it was about to be something beautiful."

"When? Tomorrow? I'm an old lady, I don't have time to wait that long."

Jimin can't help but smile. 

Youjeen chuckles, her wrinkled face crinkling with mirth. "Oh, my dear, life's too short to wait for perfect moments. Sometimes you have to seize them when they come your way."

Jimin looks back at Jeongguk, who is blushing furiously, his eyes wavering between Youjeen and Jimin.

Youjeen's wheelchair creaks as she manoeuvres closer to their bedside. "Now, you two, don't mind this old lady. Carry on with your beautiful moment."

"No! Shush!"

"But I want to see this magical moment. And by the way, Jeongguk hasn't answered yet."

Jimin looks back at Jeongguk. Youjeen is right. He hasn't answered anything. But he will let it go for now—at least as they are not alone. "Youjeen, you are one too many people in this room."

Youjeen feigns innocence, fluttering her lashes while pointing at herself. "Who, me? Just ignore me. I'm not even here."

Jeongguk, caught between embarrassment and laughter, finally speaks up. "I think... I think you should go, Youjeen. Thank you for everything, but we'll handle this from here."

Youjeen chuckles. "Alright, alright, young lovebirds, I'll give you your privacy." She starts wheeling herself away, but not before adding with a wink, "Don't take too long, you've got some lost time to make up for."

Jimin watches her leave, a fond smile on his face, before turning back to Jeongguk. "So... about what I said earlier..."

But his words are silenced by a hand pulling his head softly and the tender press of Jeongguk's lips upon his, a kiss that is not rushed but lingers. It's long and deep, full of longing and full emotions that they had concealed beneath the surface for far too long.

When they finally part, Jimin whispers, "I love you. I love you so much."

Jeongguk's eyes shimmer with emotion, and he smiles. "I love you too, more than words can express. You have no idea how long I've waited to say that to you."

They share another heartfelt kiss when the door bursts open a second time.

"Finally!" Youjeen cheers.

Jimin and Jeongguk break the kiss again. 

Jimin grins and turns to Youjeen. "Did you have fun?"

"You bet. More than I've had in decades. Young love is the most beautiful thing."

 "Glad that we could make you happy, but could you please leave?"

Youjeen winks at them. "Don't mind me, love. I'll just sit over here and enjoy the view." 

"But we're getting back to it now." This time it's Jeongguk who answers, wide grin on his face, forgetting the initial shyness.

Youjeen shrugs her shoulders and wheels herself to a discreet spot, giving them a bit of space. "I can handle it."

"Youjeen!" Jimin whines. "Please..."

"Okay, okay, darling. But only because I owe you my life."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Youjeen makes her way to the door. Just before she slips out of the room, she looks back over her shoulder. "I wish you two all the best in the world. You deserve it."

They smile back at her, hoping that their eyes tell her how much they appreciate her words. Only when she's gone, do they look back at each other.

"Where were we?" Jimin asks.

"I think you wanted to show me how much you love me."

"Right. As Youjeen said, we shouldn’t waste anymore time." Jimin is about to lean in, ready to kiss when Jeongguk stops him by holding his shoulders.

"Wait a second. How did the two of you actually meet?" Jeongguk’s curiosity shines through his eyes, his eyebrows knitted together contemplatively. "Also, how come she knew about you loving me before I did?"

Jimin sighs. "Okay, listen. Forget it. There's no time for that now," he says, capturing Jeongguk's mouth once more, determined to make the most of the stolen moment before someone interrupts them again. Their kiss deepens, and in this moment, time seems to stand still. The world outside the hospital room fades away, leaving only the two of them, finally free to express their love. 

Jimin has been waiting years for it, and he won't let anyone interfere ever again. Not now, not in the future. He's finally confessed his love, and he's ready to shower Jeongguk with it for the rest of their lives. 

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