~ 2018 ~

"Our universe grants every soul a twin-a reflection of themselves -the kindred spirit – And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other- even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love." – Julie Dillon

"...the accident is quite severe as per the reports, the car is completely destroyed due to the impact of the container truck. There is no evidence whether it is a normal accident or not but the investigation has already started by the Secret Agency. As per the sayings of the locals, the speeding truck directly hit the car from sideways, causing the car to triple over thrice. Hearing the huge noise the locals rushed to the wrecked car...

As per the latest report, the Identity of the driver is revealed. It is none other than Park Jimin, the member of Bangtan Sonyeondan, the world-famous boy band who received the Billboard Social Artist Award 2018 three days ago. They came back to South Korea from the USA only yesterday. The accident happened when Park Jimin was returning from their party at Mermarlda Hotel at 8:00 PM. The k pop idol is immediately entered into National Seoul Hospital prior to the accident...

After the leak of the news, BTS' fans known as A.R.M.Y has surrounded the whole premises of the hospital chanting and crying for the wellness of the idol. The hospital securities and agent guards are currently stopping the gates to the hospital only allowing the entry of important people. We can only conclude that the situation is worse as no report is provided about the health condition of Park Jimin until now. The A.R.M.Y around the world are panicking and are praying for his wellness. Within hours, the topic in social media is the 'Severe Accident of Park Jimin of BTS'.

The whole world is looking forward to the medical report of the worldwide idol. The MWS News express our sincere prayer for the wellness of Park Jimin, the Billboard singer...The members of BTS have finally arrived at the hospital in their van and the A.R.M.Y are getting restless by the passing seconds......"

Seoul National Hospital

"Jimin-ah, what happened to you...?"

"Oppa..we want to see you!"

"Let us in...we want to see him!!!"

The BTS members are greeted by the cries and shouts of the ARMYs when they approached the entrance of Seoul National Hospital in their agency van. They didn't expect any less nor did they have any mind to acknowledge the hearty screams of their dear fans. They were completely silent the whole 30-minute ride. No one dared to speak anything because it was as if their capability to talk or even move was completely gone.

When they heard about the news on the accident of their fellow member, one among their family, from their Company Manager they were completely frozen at whatever they were doing. Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. They thought it was some kind of joke or prank because that's what they do. But the truth was eternal.

They could barely walk to the van in which they're sitting right now. Namjoon was looking out of the window the whole serene ride blankly. Once in a while, he would glance at his completely silent members and gulp. He knew a storm was going to come, a storm in which tears and cries will only be in the air. After this shock is gone, a complete terror will replace their faces. He knew it and he was anticipating it.

When the car pulled over, the members slowly lifted themselves outside immediately meeting the cries and banging of their fans at the gates.

"Tell them to let us in Taehyung oppa!!"

"We want to see our Jiminie!"

"Oppa!!!!"

The cries were unstoppable as even the guards were struggling against the gates.

No one turned and looked at the crowd outside the gate, no one had the courage to.

The guards led them inside the hospital halls which were surprisingly calm and silent. Only little patients were visible and they were giving them sympathetic stares. As they walked through the lonely antiseptic-smelling halls, they could still hear the loud cries of ARMYs echoing through the walls. That alone made every single one of them weak to the bone.

Kim Taehyung slipped whimpering, as they reached the door of ICU, obviously thinking of what or rather who lay inside. But Jung Hoseok wrapped his arms around him, brushing his back, consoling though he needed it too. Even the sunshine of the group had no energy left as he was forcing himself not to break down. Min Yoongi's face was completely blank, not showing his members his vulnerable side. Kim Seokjin was watching the maknae, Jeon Jungkook, carefully, knowing that his favorite hyung is inside, fighting against death. Also that their maknae is a very sensitive person and considers his hyungs as his whole life. If something happens to Jimin, Seokjin knew Jungkook won't stand it.

Kim Namjoon was watching everything with silence yet again. He had just talked with their Manager and had been told that Jimin's condition is not a bit good. He lost a lot of blood and has many wounds, scratches, and bruises. His chances of surviving are...less.

He couldn't tell these to the people in front of him, but he had to. As a leader, he knew he has to but he just can't...so he decided to wait...wait till the storm recedes.

Inside the operation theatre lay Park Jimin, oblivious to all of his surroundings, oblivious to the cries of his fans through the window followed by the cool wind. His heartbeat echoing throughout the whole room, vibrating the chilly air. His body filled with machines and stitches. His barely alive body was a complete mess but his mind was peaceful...preparing itself for a whole new world and a whole new adventure; a beautiful journey.

Because miles away, someone was waiting for him.

For his soul.

For his friendship.

For his love.

For his companionship.

For his idol companionship.

"...and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment..." – Plato

This stupid piece of alarm. Bruh...trust me, one day I'm gonna smash you for good. Such a peaceful sleep and that thing had to ruin it with its annoying noise. Definitely, the world's worst sound award goes to your alarm.

My day started with the usual me cursing my alarm. I knew very well this day is gonna be the same as yesterday, the same as the day before yesterday, the same as the whole week, the same as the whole month. Yep, my life goes like a cycle and the truth is that every one of my age's life is a cycle, repeating itself every day reminding us that we are ordinary people with ordinary life; nothing fun to do. I don't even know the purpose of living like this you know, especially with the High School life I'm enduring right now. It's gonna be over soon but still...it's not over yet! I've to resist the urge to throw off these thick books stacked all over my bedroom for 4 more months!

I sat up on my bed to directly see my sticky notes of math equations written over the wall in front of me; one of my study tactics. Being a nerd is not easy you know. I read the notes and byhearted it one by one. Then I got off my bed and went towards my bathroom for doing my...morning stuff.

I took a quick fast shower and put on my ironed stiff-crispy uniform. I combed off the knots in my long wavy black hair and tied up in a comfortable ponytail. Then I looked over to my face in the mirror and sighed.

What should I do with you? I asked myself.

I've tanned skin, almost the color of chocolate. Though I've flawless smooth skin I.hate.it! This is the only thing I hate the most in my whole pathetic life; my skin color. The thing that outstands me away from my sisters. They've porcelain skin; natural beauties. My father's genes caused this misfortune to fall upon me, discriminating me from my sisters. Being the eldest child that's what I got first and my sisters inherited my mother's natural beauty; very impressive. YES, no doubt I'm jealous and I won't deny it (maybe in front of my family). So I'm bestowed to live with this stuff sticking to me like a pair of pantaloons for the rest of my life.

The point is, whatever I do I can't hide my color. Even if I put makeup all over my face and cover up my entire face the rest of the body remains. People put on makeup to either cover or highlight their features. To me, there is no point for me to put on makeup and thence I never put on a single bit of makeup. Yep, just blank face.

Scoffing at my face, I just put suncream on my exposed body parts. I glanced at my clock and ran towards my study table. I slid my thick books and science records into my plain black bag. I stuffed my short notes into the side pockets of my bag and swung it over my shoulder. Ouch! Dang heavy. When will they even pass a law to reduce the weight of this thing!

I took one last look at my room and rushed out to exit it.

Loud music could be heard from the door opposite of mine with a huge 'OUT OF HERE' poster plastered over the door with a danger sign; my sister Liya's room. How can she even sit inside it with that much noise? The sound is practically vibrating through the walls. My mother is shouting from downstairs for her to get ready well...who hears!

I skipped to the kitchen from where the delicious odor of breakfast is flying towards my nostrils. I smiled at myself and went inside it to meet my mother who's busy cooking and talking to one of her student's parents by phone; she's the headmistress of her school. And she's busy with her own life, every day. Who blames her anyway, it's tiring work.

"Morning mom" I muttered as she ended her call.

"Morning Mia" she came towards me with a hot dosa (a south Indian dish).

"Good morning sister" called out my 15-year-old sister beaming with her 1000 Watt smile. Aah..the usual morning sunshine well...24/7 sunshine.

"Ooof...sorry mom I'm late." there comes my 16-year-old sister with her usual excuse.

My mother just glared at her which my sister gladly brushed off as nothing and started piling her plate with breakfast. She then looked up and saw us.

"Heyy sisters!" she snickered.

My other sister smiled brightly almost blinding her and greeted her back.

"Liya, how many times should I tell you to put makeup to a minimum. You are going to school, not a fashion parade! Your face is caked with makeup! Brush your lipstick off young Lady!" my mother exclaimed "Riya I get it you like the pink color the most but that doesn't mean you have to wear everything pink. Other colors exist too." finally she turned towards me and I knew what she was gonna say "Mia..." she trailed off and sighed "Please I beg of you. Put at least a foundation on your bland face."

Let me give you an introduction on the characteristics about my sisters to clear things out.

Liya Sherin:

A pop fan, especially k pop. She is always seen with earphones and a phone. A typical music lover more like music obsessed. She is as I've already mentioned, very beautiful with light brown eyes, straight black hair with brown strings, and a wonderfully curved body. With all the points mentioned above, anyone can guess that she's the Queenka of our school. Yep, we three studies at the same school. She's the most popular girl with a hundred fans in school and a thousand followers on social media. She is also a playgirl; a heartbreaker to be exact. I've seen her breaking many boy's hearts without any emotion, it's just a hobby for her. When asked about who she'll seriously date she'll point to a Korean guy in a poster on the walls over her bedroom showing a V-sign with a boxy grin. Don't ask me!

And my other sister Riya Sherin:

She has the manners and elegance of a princess. Everything she wears is either pink or white, and my mother hates that also, she'd tried many ways to stop that but in vain. She has natural straight light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a brilliant smile of hers which can attract people from even other planets. She's as popular as my first sister at school and on social media. She's very nice, kind, and caring, the exact opposite of Liya who's straightforward selfish. Riya never dates anyone because she's waiting for her Prince Charming like in those stupid fairytales she reads every time. It's annoying, yes.

And finally me, Mia Sherin, who's a straight-A-student, typical nerd, who can be described with none other than the word ordinary. Sometimes I do wonder if I really am their big sister. MY FATE!

I just finished my breakfast fast and rushed out of my house(I don't go to school with my sisters). I opened the gate and stepped out to nature. The morning breeze instantly hit my face rising goosebumps all over my body. I inhaled the fresh scent and started walking through the path towards the fields. I always take the shortcut to walk through this nature extravagance. Within minutes of walking, the narrow path widened towards the extending green field. The sun was shining faintly as it was still early morning. Its rays piercing through the dewdrops hanging from the tip of the tree leaves. What a beautiful sight to see! And when we look ahead we could see the mist covering the peaks of mountains...How I wish I could live in that moment!

I hastily walked to my bus to catch the bus and listened to whatever morning melody was in the bus. It was crowded as usual, with workers and students with white earphones hanging from their ears, not caring about the other world at all. I stood in silence enjoying the wind and the flowing music, calming my nerves.

I got off the bus at our school entrance and walked inside my class nonchalantly. Everyone was in their own little social bubble, why care! Honestly, I don't have any friends and I don't bother to make some. I don't have time to build up trust and cry when it's gone. I have a purpose here and I'll go like everybody else after it's done. I'm not jealous of those whispering huddles of popular girls, nor the flirting playboys...they live their life their way so am I.

I got inside my class first, yay! I started my day at school just like that by me not caring about my surrounding, just solving problems over and over whether it be maths or chemistry or Physics.

Bell rang.

Prayer.

Monday test.

First period.

Second period.

Interval.

Third Period.

Fourth period.

Lunch break.

Fifth period.

Sixth period.

That's it. Teachers coming and going, teaching and teaching, me writing notes. Free time equal to oh yes more problem-solving time. Just a little chits and chats here and there with my fellow classmates. The life of a typical nerd is just that. No fun just STUDYING...every.single.time!

But no complaints.

Seventh period, fortunately, the last.

"...a matrix is an ordered rectangular array of numbers or functions" blabbered Mr.Shameer "The numbers or functions are called elements or the entries of the matrix..."

I was writing down the notes rather fast because the last bell could ring soon signaling the class to end. I glanced at my wristwatch; 4:28 PM. Yep, 2 minutes to freedom. Oops sorry, partial freedom because I'm going to my house right.

RING!!!

"That's it, class...Do exercise 12.1 for tomorrow. And also don't forget to study for tomorrow's weekly test. Thank you" concluding Mr.Shameer left the class. Yet another test, bruh.

I patiently waited for the boys to head out first yeah yeah pushing and pulling like Kindergarten kids. I sent goodbye to my classmates and ran out of the school. I'd to catch a bus early or I won't have time to study for tomorrow's test...yeah scream nerd at me!

With my dashing not-so-athletic sprint, I was able to catch the bus.

Finally, I got out of the bus panting. It was an effort because I was nearly sandwiched between two middle-aged ladies. I really had to wrestle to get out of them. I saw the bus conductor silently chuckling as I jumped out of the bus to whom I shoot a glare, he immediately looked away.

I was again walking through the fields. I sighed looking at my bore life. To anyone who looks into my life, it may seem like the most boring thing ever, and I won't blame them because it is. Nothing special. No intimate friends, no hangouts, no chill times, no laughter...apparently nothing. Just me and my thick rickety books.

I was walking slowly contemplating my life when a group of small children ran past me giggling. I looked down at them walking in front of me laughing with their hands around their shoulders. Friends...the word I haven't used for years. I don't even know the meaning of it now. That part of my story was simply blank. Well, what part of my story isn't blank?!!

I never knew those blank parts of my life were going to be filled soon by someone I didn't even know existed and vice versa. The pen to write in it was in the hands of someone special, someone who's gonna change my life forever with those little sounds of footsteps.

Hearing the silent footsteps of someone behind me I turned back.

There stood a guy clad in winter clothes around him. He had smooth chocolate brown hair falling into his eyes with chubby cheeks and a clear complexion. He looked cute and sexy at the same time with a sharp jaw and pink plump lips. He was the most handsome man I've ever seen and with one look, I could say that he's either a model or an actor. From the way he'd dressed in the burning evening sunlight in those scarfs around his neck and coats I could tell he was not from here. China or Japan maybe..? But what's he doing here in a village, it's kilometers away from the town and this is not a tourist spot.

"Are you lost?" I asked in English.

His beautiful eyes widened as his plump lips parted in...surprise?

He was staring at me as he gingerly took a small step towards me as if I'd run away any moment. Finally, after a moment he asked me leaning in slightly.

"Y-You can see me?" he asked pointing at himself in.....Korean? He's a Korean then.

I know Korean because I have a crazy hobby of learning new languages and cultures every summer vacation. I know almost eight languages. I only studied Korean last vacation, it is now handy I guess?

"Of course I can see you." I said in Korean.

 His eyes widened even more.

"But no one could see me before..." he mumbled to himself faintly but I caught it.

What's with this weird guy?

"Who are you talking to, Mia dear?"

I turned to my back and saw Menon uncle, my neighbor, walking towards me.

"Aah uncle I was talking to this guy" I said pointing at the Korean guy behind me.

He looked behind me and shrugged "There's no one there dear."

Now it was my turn to widen my eyes."What?!"

I turned towards the Korean guy. He was still there staring at me and uncle with a small pout.

"But he is right there uncle" I pointed to the same spot.

Menon uncle just sighed and walked to the place where the guy was standing puzzled. Uncle was almost gonna bump into him when I shouted "Uncle wai-"

UNCLE JUST PASSED RIGHT THROUGH HIM. ALMOST AS IF HE'S TRANSPARENT!!!

My eyes widened with horror as I was frozen to the ground.

"See? No one's here." chuckled uncle waving as I was watching his hands go through the guy's body. "Just go home, dear. You might have watched a horror movie or something. See you later" with that he went away muttering "..kids these days..."

This is IMPOSSIBLE.

The guy looked at me with concern all over his face. "Are you o-okay?"

"No, no, no, no, no" I started chanting to myself thinking I'm going paranoid.

"H-Hey, you okay?" he asked again coming towards me.

"NO" I shouted at him, startling him "You're not real"

With that, I turned around and sprinted towards my house at full speed.

"A bond between souls is ancient – older than the planet." – Dianna Hardy

I immediately closed the door of my room entering inside. I leaned on it while panting heavily. Oh my god, I'd never run like that in my life. If I'd run like this in the Olympics, I bet I would've got First place! I'm not a person who believes in paranormal stuff but when I experience things like that or hear about them it never misses to run a shiver down my spine. I'm not a fan of horror movies, I'd do anything to avoid it, but I've no problem seeing it too, it just that I'd to will all the cells in my body to stay neutral. But that was totally random; seeing a Korean guy I've never seen before in a field? I don't think it's the happening of my subconscious.

"Aish! What was that" I just shouted. "What the hell was that? Hey Mia, that was just your exhausted mind playing tricks with you." I started pacing around my room muttering to myself in English, one of my weird habits. "It's alright. That was not real. He's not real."

"Well...I am" whispered a voice behind me in...Korean?!!!

My heart started to race and I started to panic again. Oh no no...NO! Clutching the straps of my bag tightly I turned around slowly as if whatever that's, will pounce on me if I make a wrong move. Praying to all the gods out there I opened my eyes.

Well, my prayer is not answered.

"What in the world-" There stood right in the middle of my room the same Korean guy with chocolate brown hair and winter attire, with a not-so-sure look on his face. He was eyeing me as if I'd explode right then and he's not wrong.

I backed away towards the door, my hand poised to twist the knob and shoot out of the room.

"Please don't panic!" he said stepping towards me with both his arms raised in the air.

"What am I supposed to do then? Give you a tea and welcome you?!" I asked stepping away from him.

"I won't hurt you..." he whispered inching closer.

I eyed him suspiciously trying to place the situation in my head. He was there in the field behind me when I ran towards my house, which is almost 100 m away, I ran approximately for 3 minutes before reaching here, that too high speed. What're the odds of him appearing in my bedroom within seconds I got here? Unless he just...

"Just...just what're you?" I asked, my voice very low.

"I don't know. I really...don't know. A ghost maybe...?" he asked unsure himself.

That's when I lost it.

I screamed.

Well, I tried to...but no voice came out.

Instead, a scream was heard from my sister's room; Liya's.

I looked at the ghost or whatever in front of me. But he was alarmed just like me.

Did he by anyway go to her room...Nah, that doesn't make sense.

So, as the big sister I am, I ran towards her room and barged inside.

"What? What happened?!"

Liya was sitting on her bed looking into her phone and crying uncontrollably. On the account of seeing me, she jolted up and ran to me. I was surprised by seeing her crying and hugging me out of nowhere. My sisters are only, let me stress, only weak and vulnerable when they are crying. Aah...maybe it was the usual case.

"Did your current boyfriend break up with you?" I asked as she continued crying into my shoulder hugging me tightly.

I slightly flinched when I saw the Korean guy coming right through the wall into the room. It was nothing out of ordinary I guess being a ghost and all, as I've read. That reminds me I should do a study about him. I still don't trust him nor my mind. Oh, that's not the case here.

Liya retraced from me, still sobbing and her makeup smudged making her look like a mad girl. I'd to fight the urge to laugh seeing the sight. She extended her phone towards me with tear-stained cheeks.

I doubtfully took it and saw that it was a Pop news website. The article read:

Car Accident of Park Jimin of BTS

It said that the so-called kpop idol got into a car accident yesterday night and he's severely injured that he's in a coma now. Along with their fans going crazy over it and accompanied stuff; when, where, how, etc. And there was this picture of a handsome young man with chocolate brown hair and a beautiful smile staring at the screen.

Hm, he seems familiar.

Oddly, familiar.

I looked up from the phone and saw the banner of seven guys stuck up the wall. My sister's favorite K-pop group yeah; BTS. I scanned the banner and found the guy in the photo. My eyes trailed off to the man that was standing below it examining the banner now. He turned to me and looked straight at me.

No freaking way!!!

"That's me," he said pointing to the guy where my eyes stopped.

Yeah, that guy looks just like the Korean guy in front of me. Because they are the same. So, he's saying that he's-

"My poor Jiminie got into an accident..." My sister sobbed breaking me out of my thoughts. "Aah, he got hurt so badly that the doctors say his consciousness slipped away."

Consciousness...oh my god...don't tell me...

"He's in a coma" Liya hiccuped, wiping her tears.

I looked over at the guy and the look over his face surprised me. He somehow looked confused. Does he don't know he got into an accident?

"Sis, why does this have to happen to him?" she asked me crying again "He'd done nothing wrong, he's such an angel"

The guy's gaze on my sister softened as I stole a glance at him.

"It's alright, Liya," I said consoling her though I'm not much of a comforter. "He's going to be alright. At least he's alive..."

His gaze was on me now as I stared at him.

I really need to do some research now.

"Liya" I called my sister as she looked up at me "How about you call Archana and talk about this? You know when you share your despair, it'll lighten the burden."

She smiled at me, a rare one "You're right. I'll call her right now."

"Aah maybe not right now." I suggested, "After uh washing your face maybe?"

She gave me a confused look and turned towards her mirror.

"Holy shi-" she then looked at me, who was giving a warning glare "-cow. Why am I looking like I am straight from an asylum?"

"Maybe coz you're from one?" I mumbled under my breath.

I then heard someone laughing out loud. I looked over to the place where the sound's coming from and saw to my surprise that the guy was crouching down and laughing so hard with a hand over his mouth. He looks like a kid now rolling on the floor laughing. Did he really understand the joke?

"Liya, is someone else there in this room now?" I asked her, just in case.

The guy immediately stopped laughing and looked at me wide-eyed.

She turned around and looked at me weirdly. "Aah...no..?"

"Um okay. Go take a shower, Liya" I said and gestured for the guy to come with me and he got the message.

"Weird" she muttered.

I was almost at the door when she called me "Sis, thanks". She smiled.

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever"

I saw the guy smiling at our exchange then.

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"So..." I turned towards him, locking the door behind me "You're an idol." I stated in Korean.

He was awkwardly standing at the foot of my bed when I walked towards him still keeping a distance.

"Yeah...?" he answered scratching his neck.

"And you are from South Korea." it was a statement rather than a question.

"Yes" he nodded his head. Then he abruptly looked at me "You know how to speak Korean?"

I scoffed "What do you think I'm speaking right now?"

"Aah...okay" he seemed afraid of me? "How did you learn it? It's tough, isn't it?" he was asking like a curious kid with a small pout visible on his plump lips.

"I've my ways." I said shrugging it off "So, I'm Mia Sherin" I said looking at him intimidatingly. Because of some stupid reason, I can't seem to trust him. Well, when have I trusted someone?

"I'm Park Jimin" he smiled warmly causing his eyes to disappear. No wonder fangirls're swooning over him. The guy has an adoring smile.

"I know," I said and walked past him towards my study table.

I need to do some research on him. I get it now that he's not the work of my imagination because I don't even know about him let alone seen him. I really need to confirm it that it really is the Park Jimin of BTS. I started furiously typing over my laptop.

"Um, what're you doing?" he asked lightly.

"Searching about you and your group," I said without taking my eyes off the screen.

"Your sister's an ARMY" he said to which I hummed, I knew the meaning of that.

"Aren't you...?"

"No" I denied "I'm not interested in those kinds of things"

"Oh" was all he said.

"Got it" I mumbled.

[Ahem, Jimin is 23 in 2018, when the story is actually taking place and I'm writing this in 2020 when he's 25. So, please don't be confused about the age and year😅]

"You guys're pretty famous" I hummed "Never heard about it before"

"Yeah, we are. Because of our fans," he said.

"And your fans are...huge" I looked at him with surprise.

"Yeah" he smiled "Because of them we are what we are."

I nodded.

Different from other groups, I see.

"You're called a mochi?" I asked him.

I saw red tints on his chubby cheeks as he was avoiding my gaze. Is he blushing?

"Y-Yeah, my fans call me that because my cheeks are very chubby, like rice cakes" he explained.

Fans! Well, they're not wrong.

We were in silence as I searched about him more. I really got some information from their profiles. But this caught me:

\=> Jimin is the most perverted among the boys.

Really? Am I really with a perverted ghost now? Better be careful.

"Hey, Jimin" he was playing with his sweater but when he was called he immediately looked at me, almost like an obedient puppy "How did you get here..um in India?"

"India?" he asked back.

"Yes, you're in India now"

"Oh, I don't know. I just woke up standing in that field." he looked down, fiddling with his fingers "I tried to talk to people and all but they ignored me and went right through me. I was afraid because I didn't know what language you were speaking."

"I waited for so long and I didn't know what to do. I really thought I'm gonna be a lonely ghost for the rest of my life." he looked up at me, dead in the eyes "That's when you came"

I looked at him blankly "How did you know I can see you?"

"I didn't " he shook his head "Your necklace...caught my eye".

"My necklace?" I asked caressing my sea blue star pendant.

"Yeah and I was following you when you turned around and talked to me"

"Doesn't make sense at all" I sighed and slumped on my chair.

I lazily looked over at the clock over the wall and I jolted up causing calmly standing Jimin to flinch.

"Oh no" I exclaimed.

"W-What?" Jimin asked me quite alarmed.

"Aish I missed an hour of study time." I rushed towards my closet and picked some random clothes to wear after freshen up. I can't believe that I totally wasted an hour browsing on the internet about someone I don't even know. Stupid Mia!

"Are you alright?" he asked me with concern all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm completely fine except for the fact that I didn't study anything for tomorrow's test," I exclaimed again and ran inside the bathroom, closing the doors behind me.

Oh, I forgot to say something to the ghost.

I hastily opened the door and saw him sitting on my bed chuckling to himself "Hey Jimin, I know you can walk through walls and all. But don't even think about walking into the bathroom. This is your restricted area. Got it?"

A small smirk crawled over his handsome features after I said which took me by slight surprise.

Oh no, did I just inform him about that?

"Now that you remind me-" he had that silly smirk on.

"No. Don't." I glared at him.

He just smiled and gave me a thumbs up "I won't".

With that, I closed the door to the bathroom.

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Jimin's POV

It's fun watching her actually running around and chanting the math equations. Just by looking at her, I can say she's a nerd. She's now very concentrated on doing her math homework. She's warned me not to disturb her while she is studying and she called it Rule No.1.

Yeah, she'd passed some rules for me to stay with her. I don't care actually because I've nowhere to go and no one to actually talk to. As a very socially committed person, I can't stand not talking to people. So she's my only chance.

I don't know why I'm here in India, miles away from my home or why only she can see and talk to me. I don't even know how I got here. Yeah, I really should worry about my members and I really do but something about here makes me say that I'm in the right place. Besides I'm not dead, I'm alive. It's just that I'm in a coma. I really did worry that I was really dead but Mia's sister confirmed that I'm not so I'm happy.

I wonder what the members are doing now, without me. I really can say that they'll be very sad about my condition. I really wish I can see and talk to them, and say that I'm okay. But I don't know how.

I'm happy though. Coz I have one person to look forward to. Actually, I wasn't attracted to the necklace because it was just pretty. It meant something important to me. It was something I lost in my past. Maybe I'm silly but I'm really sure that was the same ocean blue necklace I lost 13 years ago back in South Korea.

And I know there must be a reason for me to be here.

A clear-cut reason.