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A slight touch.

The wind rattle begins to move.

Small and colorful pieces of glass that slam against each other creating a sweet and relaxing melody that spreads throughout the house.

He lies on the sofa, he lets himself be lulled by the symphony created by the rattle while closing his eyes.

He frees his mind and lets go, he lets only one thought, one desire persist.

Meeting him.

*

When he opens his eyes, Jimin seems to have slept for an eternity. He feels heavy eyes, they ask him for mercy, they ask him to return to the darkness.

Jimin looks around, unable to recognize where he is.

It is a bright room, the walls are green lime, the few buildings inside are white and yellow.

Jimin doesn't think he ever was in that place, he has no memory of it and doesn't know how he got there.

He realizes he is on a bed, or rather, a simple mattress laid on the floor.

Next to him is a yellow blanket.

Jimin is confused.

What is that place? Why is he there? Is there anyone else besides him?

He looks around once again to confirm that he’s actually alone.

The room is closed, without windows but strangely it doesn’t make the boy anxious.

He doesn't even understand why, but the fact of being in that unknown room comforts his heart.

His body is tired, his eyes are heavy, his head is blurred.

Jimin feels the need to go back to bed again, he feels the need to curl up like a cat in that yellow blanket and sleep a little more.

And he almost does it. He is ready to lie down when he hears a noise.

At first it seems far away, echoes muffled throughout the room. Then it gets closer and closer, it becomes more and more clear and defined.

It is a delicate music that Jimin feels, a set of notes that follow one another, creating a sweet melody that seems to hypnotize him.

Jimin doesn't know where it comes from, he's not even sure he knows what instrument it is or whether it's real or everything in his head.

Probably a rattle, he thinks absently.

But it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter because that melody is bringing the room to life, Jimin is waking up.

He puts him in a state of alert, almost as if that symphony was only the announcement of the arrival of something or someone.

He suddenly feels anxiously waiting, his eyes are more alive than ever and Jimin feels the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

And then, as it started, the melody stops.

Jimin looks around for a sign.

He sees a shadow at the end of the room and his heart makes a jump.

The figure approaches Jimin and he can finally pay him proper attention.

To meet him is a boy.

Light and wavy hair that falls on his forehead in a lovely way, thin and deep eyes, a smile on his lips.

He's tall, Jimin realizes. However the difference in height doesn’t make him uncomfortable.

Jimin doesn't know who that guy is, he doesn't think he's ever seen him before but his heart is beating fast and the butterflies are fluttering in his stomach.

And Jimin doesn't know what to do. So he stands in his place staring at the stranger, waiting for him to speak, tell him something.

Maybe tell him where they are.

But the boy remains silent too. He observes him without the smile leaving his face.

He has dimples, Jimin notes.

"Who are you?" He asks. His voice comes out more hoarse than it usually is, as if he hasn't spoken for too long.

But the boy doesn't answer again. On the contrary, he merely bowed in greeting.

Jimin is confused again. Can't he talk?

He doesn't know it since they seem to be the only two in that room.

He takes a deep breath and then taps the mattress next to him, signaling the boy to sit with him.

He doesn't have many expectations but the boy does as required and sits on the mattress, silently.

Jimin would like to talk, he would like to fill the silence of the room but with the passing of the seconds he realizes that it isn’t a tense or embarrassed silence.

It’s a comforting one and so Jimin decides to let himself be lulled by it.

The boy looks at him with curiosity and Jimin looks back, studying the features of his face.

To be the first meeting they are doing something extremely intimate.

Observe each other, memorize the particularities of each other. Breathe next to each other, let their bodies relax in the presence of the other.

Jimin doesn't know exactly how long the two pass like this, it seem like moments, minutes at most.

Yet his body begins to feel heavy, tired again at some point.

That's when Jimin realizes that a few hours must have passed.

He is about to open his mouth and tell the boy that he’s  tired, that maybe he will take a nap, but in a totally inexplicable way he seems to have already figured it out because he gets up from the mattress, settles his khaki trousers a bit crumpled and stretches.

He then taps on the pillow and lets Jimin lie down to cover him with the yellow blanket.

He smiles brightly at him and then gestures to him with his hand.

Jimin would like to stay awake, he would like to see where he is going but his eyes are immensely heavy and so with one last look at the now-backed boy, Jimin falls asleep.

*

When Jimin feels the same melody spreading throughout the room, he is no longer surprised when he sees the boy appear.

It is now a few days - or at least Jimin presumes - that the boy seems to arrive together with the sweet music of the rattle.

He still doesn't talk, he just smiles at him, that one always, and he expresses himself with a few gestures.

Jimin would like to understand if he doesn’t speak out of necessity or because he cannot. He would like to understand why he always comes to see him, he would like to understand who he is.

Jimin is intrigued, even fascinated by that boy, by his identity, by his entity. He is fascinated not by his appearance - or rather, not only for that - but for his behavior, for his confidentiality.

Jimin wants to know, know, know.

"By now I think I understand that I will never hear you speak but we are spending a lot of time together and it seems natural to me to want know you better."

The boy listens carefully and nods to his words, probably agreeing.

"So I want to talk to you about me, if that's okay with you, of course."

He smiles softly at him and Jimin takes it as a yes.

"I am Jimin and I am twenty-three years old." He presents himself holding out his hand and the boy in front of him grabs it without hesitation.

His hand is much bigger than Jimin's, but soft and delicate. Its warmth contrasts with the coldness of his hand which is immediately heated though.

And Jimin feels strange because that little contact has managed to provoke a thousand and more electric discharges that run through his body and never, in all those years, Jimin has experienced something similar.

And he doesn’t know whether to be frightened of it, whether to ask himself if there is something wrong or how it is possible that he feels this way but at the same time feels that he doesn’t need it, he knows he must not be afraid because, although he doesn’t know the boy who is in front of him, he can’t help but trust him.

The contact ends relatively early but Jimin doesn’t feel the strange sensation abandoning him yet, on the contrary, it seems to rock him.

"I came from Busan but after high school I moved to Seoul. You know, at the beginning I just wanted to do a short trip, to do some experience and open my horizons. But in Seoul I found myself well and made friends and so in the end I decided to stay.

"Do you live in Seoul too?" He hesitantly asks. He’s not sure if he will receive an answer but he wants to try.

The boy smiles at him, the dimples immediately visible, and then he nods.

Jimin lights up and claps his hands in ecstasy at having discovered something about that boy.

"Wonderful! And do you work? ”He decides to ask again.

He nods again and then with his hand imitates the movement of writing .

"Oh! Are you a writer?"

He nods again, smiling at him.

"I love reading! When I was a kid I think I devoured a lot of fantasy and yellow novels, they were my favorites at the time. Now I read less than before because of work and my commitments but when I can I always give myself the pleasure of a book!"

He smiles and claps his hands, excited about Jimin's speech. Then Jimin sees him put his hand in his pocket and, after having rummaged in it for a while, he pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Jimin.

He takes it hesitantly and at the same time anxiously in his hand and realizes that it’s a piece of a lined exercise book on which there are written words, or rather sentences with blue ink.

There are deletions and modifications, and clearly the text is not complete, but while Jimin carefully reads its contents, he immediately realizes that he is in front of a poem.

"Did you write it?" He asks in a whisper.

He nods.

And then Jimin realizes that he’s not really a writer, he didn't write one of the novels found on the shelves of Jimin's favorite bookstore.

He is a poet. He writes poetry.

Jimin has never read poetry unless when it was for school, he has never tried to get close to poems and yet, those few incomplete words scrawled on that paper move him, or at least they are close to doing it.

Jimin recognizes that there’s a certain depth in those words, he recognizes that he probably cannot even understand the true meaning that is hidden in that poem.

Jimin is increasingly curious. He’s curious because the boy in front of him doesn’t speak, he expresses himself with gestures and smiles, yet he seems to have a galaxy within him, a galaxy made up of thoughts, ideas, creativity and art.

And Jimin wants to explore that galaxy more than anything else he ever wanted.

He wants to know in depth the person sitting in front of him, he wants to understand him, he wants to get inside him.

Jimin never remembers what he dreams but while he sleeps that night, he’s quite sure he has dreamed of two deep brown eyes and two dimples.

*

Jimin is now sure he has lost track of time.

He no longer knows how much time has passed, exactly how much time he spent in that small room and the only thing that seems to signal the arrival of a new day is to see the boy arrive with different clothes than the previous ones.

They are somewhat unusual clothes, notes Jimin.

In all those years he got used to seeing people wearing simple jeans, elegant sweaters, very common clothes.

He doesn't dress those things. Or rather, he doesn't just dress like that.

His way of dressing is whimsical, original, organic.

Jimin finds himself impatiently waiting to see how he gets dressed the next day.

Will you put one of your hemp trousers on? Or one of his long and soft cardigans? Or maybe he'll wear that neck whistle again!

"Oh! Moon here you are! ”Jimin welcomes you like every time.

He freezes for a few moments and then tilts his head slightly to the right, on his face the obvious confusion.

Jimin bursts out laughing loudly, almost exaggerated by the situation. He lets his body bend forward and risks losing his balance and he puts his hand to cover his mouth.

"I don't know yet what your name is after all this time and so I thought I'd give you a nickname."

He explains to him.

In reality, the nickname was not entirely random for Jimin.

When he was small, Jimin loved to spend the evenings watching the sky. Under his favorite blanket he looked out of the window as the moonlight gently illuminated him.

Jimin was intrigued.

The moon seemed so close to him, yet in reality it was light years away from the earth.

It looked so simple, a silver sphere floating in the sky and surrounded by millions and millions of stars.

And instead it was much more.

The moon fascinated the little Jimin. He intrigued him. It attracted him.

He reminds him of the moon.

Because he’s always next to him but to Jimin he seems a distant entity.

Because he always has sweet smiles in store for him, but Jimin knows that there is something else behind him, but he doesn't know what this is.

Because he looks like a simple passer-by in his life but Jimin is sure he’s something more.

And Jimin, just as he was of the moon, cannot help but be fascinated by the mystery that is that boy.

That day, Jimin feels alive in a way he hasn't felt for a long time.

Speaking to Moon, despite the lack of answers, was gratifying. Moon listened to him, nodded, understood his reasoning. He was really interested in what Jimin told him.

And it wasn't that Jimin didn't have friends who listened to him, quite the opposite, but talking to Moon was therapeutic, it was something that Jimin wasn't able to put into words.

It was liberating.

Moon had some light in his eyes that gave Jimin goosebumps.

Moon was warmth, he was affection, he was kindness and delicacy.

He was the anchor that was allowing Jimin not to sink, not to be thrown down into an abyss.

Moon, in that short period of time, had become Jimin's constant, his vital source, his penicillin.

That day, just before falling asleep, Jimin takes the yellow ball in his pocket and gives it to Moon.

It's not much, it's an insignificant object of no importance, but it's the only thing Jimin has found in that room, the only thing he can give away.

Moon looks at him confused as he grabs the ball from his hand.

"So you won't forget me even in the place you stay when you're not here," Jimin tells him.

Before falling asleep, Jimin can swear that he saw Moon's eyes shining with emotion.

What Jimin doesn’t know is that, what was a ball in the room, had turned into an orange in Moon's room.

What Jimin doesn't know is that Moon passes every moment of his day thinking about Jimin even without the ball as a remind.

*

Jimin sometimes thinks he’s dreaming.

These are times when his mind cannot help but wonder where Moon goes when Jimin is asleep despite Jimin not seeing doors or windows in that room. These are the moments when Jimin hears noises, distant whispers. He cannot distinguish them, they are like an echo, muffled and murmured and they rarely happen, when he feels his head light and distant.

These are the times when Jimin feels his mind clouded and almost detached from the body that seems to float, empty and unused.

 But Jimin feels.

Jimin feels so much. His heart is completely in jeopardy subject to every little variation of his mood, to every little emotion and fear, to every smile of Moon.

And is it possible to feel so intensely during a dream? Is it possible to feel a pang in the heart while dreaming, while sleeping?

Jimin is not convinced at all.

It’s not when that day begins with a pain in the lacerating heart.

When the tears run down his face and the only thing Jimin can do is curl up in bed, under the soft yellow blanket, sobbing while a hand rubs his own chest right at heart level, in a miserable attempt to alleviate the pain.

That's how Moon finds him.

Jimin doesn’t even notice his arrival, his body and his mind completely obscured.

He realizes that he is no longer alone when he feels strong arms completely encircle his small and weak body.

When he feels a solid and big body adhere completely to his.

When he feels Moon’s fresh and reassuring breath on the back of his neck and a hand lightly caress his black hair.

And Jimin can't help but cry louder.

Because he misses his family.

He misses hearing his mother's cheerful voice on the phone telling him how her day went and his father's messages full of emojis and the letters his brother sent him from military service.

And Jimin also misses his friends.

He misses Jungkook's meaningless messages accompanied by photos of animals he sends him.

He misses the nightly discussions with Taehyung on everything and nothing.

He misses the afternoons spent in a comforting silence with Yoongi drinking coffee.

Jimin is tired.

He is tired of not knowing anything, of being in this sort of limbo outside of space and where time seems to expand and never pass.

He is tired of seeing only the white and the green of the walls, he is tired of not being able to see the light of the sun, of not being able to take a breath of fresh air, to live, to breathe.

Jimin is tired, he is exhausted, he is destroyed, he is sad.

And he feels it. Feels how Moon does everything to make him feel safe, to comfort him.

He feels it in the strong grip his arms have, in the timid caresses he is doing to him.

Moon knows, Jimin is sure.

If one thing Jimin managed to understand in all that time, it's that he and Moon share a connection.

He doesn’t know if it is something that he’s only imagining or if it is something real, tangible. He doesn’t know if it is a simple sensation or if there is a discharge that crosses his body and reaches Moon’s, or a red thread that is attached to their pinkies at both ends.

But Moon is able to understand it all, all it takes is a glance to understand Jimin's state of mind and know how to act.

And whatever Moon does at that moment, it always turns out to be the right thing.

At the same time, Jimin manages to perfectly understand what Moon tries to say without the boy talking. From the beginning, it was never difficult for Jimin to understand it, understand him, listen to his silences.

This situation was no less.

Jimin feels nostalgia for his life.

He feels nostalgic for his family and friends, for his work and for his small habits.

 Jimin misses the small conversations with the neighbor when the latter passes to leave him a freshly baked cake.

Jimin misses caressing the optical shop owner's cat on the way to his work every morning.

Jimin misses eating the black noodles of his favorite restaurant.

Jimin misses the bottle of soju that he gives himself every weekend.

And his favorite drama, the striped shirt he likes so much and even the discussions with his finicky boss.

And Moon seems to be aware of it as he gently moves his body, until they find themselves facing each other. While allowing Jimin to sink his head into the hollow of his neck, he continues to hold him in his arms and caress him.

Moon seems to want to infuse all the affection and love he feels towards him with those gestures, with those caresses and in that embrace.

And Jimin feels better, slowly, painfully, but he feel better. The light perfume that Moon gives off has a calming power on him and his warm embrace reminds him of Taehyung, he feels it familiar.

Jimin lets himself sink into that sweet vice and slowly goes back to sleep.

His heart hurts less.

When he wakes up, Jimin admits he is amazed when he realizes he is not alone in that mattress.

Moon is still there beside him, his arms still holding him, even though the grip is now light.

His eyes are closed and Jimin thinks he looks like an angel, completely at peace.

His breath is light, his lips curved in a very small smile.

Jimin wonders if Moon is capable of not smiling.

Because he always smiles at him, constantly, and now he discovers that the boy smiles even while he sleeps.

Jimin knows that it’s wrong, to observe someone when they are asleep, when they are not aware of their surroundings and with their guard lowered, when they are completely defenseless, vulnerable and exposed.

He also knows that he and Moon haven’t known each other for a long time and that he shouldn’t have certain thoughts in mind.

But he can't help but think that Moon is undoubtedly beautiful.

He can't help wishing he could kiss him, to feel who he tastes.

Jimin wants to immerse himself in his galaxy, he wants to explore it and savor it and touch every satellite, even if it means losing himself in the universe.

And then he lets go, give himself a little pleasure.

Slowly and hesitantly, Jimin pokes his arm until his hand touches Moon's brown hair.

Gently, Jimin moves them from his forehead and leaves a small caress.

The hand then seems unable to stop, has taken the lead and moves alone or maybe, Jimin does nothing to stop it.

The hand had a little taste of what it's like to touch Moon, the texture and softness of her skin and she wants more, she's selfish, she doesn't care about the rest, she wants and wants more.

With an exasperating slowness the palm of his hand touches Moon's cheek, soft and warm to the touch.

Jimin doesn't know how long he remains to leave strokes all over Moon's face, but at a certain point, the boy slowly opens his eyes and when, after a few seconds, he focuses on Jimin and feels his hand on his cheek, when he realizes the situation, Moon smiles radiantly.

He reaches Jimin's hand with his own and after grabbing it, brings his palm to adhere completely to his lips.

He leaves a light kiss, making Jimin blush completely.

And Jimin doesn't really know how to react to that gesture.

He doesn't know whether to smile back at him, whether to deepen the physical and emotional contact they are sharing. He doesn’t know whether he picks up the wrong signals and whether he is ready to give his heart and his trust to the boy in front of him.

Because now Jimin is certain. He can no longer escape his feelings and his heart. All that time he has done nothing but try to silence them but he can no longer.

Jimin is ready to explore that galaxy, he is ready, he is indeed impatient to let himself be swallowed up by it.

"I like you so much." He then whispers. Because it is useless to hold back, it is useless to lie and ignore his feelings.

He puts things immediately in the clear, hoping and praying that he saw the situation right, that Moon returned the feelings, that Moon is interested in getting lost in Jimin too.

And Jimin how couldn’t have been excited when he sees Moon's eyes shine and the smile on his face getting bigger and bigger. When he sees him nod sympathetically with his head.

It could be like he might not have let a few tears fall when Moon takes his face in his hands and lets their lips meet in a sweet and chaste kiss.

And at that moment Jimin feels his heart burst. He feels him hammering madly in his chest, as if he wanted to get out of his body and give himself completely to the boy in front of him.

Jimin knows that it is absurd to try so much for a person known recently. He knows he shouldn't feel so attached to him, that he shouldn't call this feeling already filling his chest love but Jimin blames the connection they share.

Whether it's something imaginary or not, Jimin doesn't care. Whether they are soulmates or not, Jimin is not interested.

He only decides to listen to what his heart whispers and if inside himself he feels that Moon is his soulmate, his person, his turning point, well then it means he is.

The kiss is followed by many others. Some are just light touches between their lips, others are more intense and deep. In some, their tongues decides to be the protagonists, in others they only make an appearance.

Their hands wander as they touch parts of their bodies, caress flaps of skin.

Jimin is unable to break away, to regain control. He really feels like he's immersed himself in a galaxy.

When, minutes, hours, moments later, the two boys break away, the eyes of both shine, shine as if they had all the stars inside. Their smiles are one the mirror of the other, their lips are swollen and red, as well as their cheeks.

Their foreheads collide softly and Moon brings a hand to caress Jimin's cheekbone.

Jimin feels safe. He feels loved.

Then they fall asleep shortly afterwards, huddled together, the smiles still on the lips and their hands chained.

*

Things start to get better after that day.

Jimin still misses his life, he still lives moments in which sadness pervades him but Moon is always ready to hold him in his arms, to dry his tears from the face subsequently studded by a myriad of delicate kisses like flowers’ petals.

Moon, at that moment, definitively becomes his anchor, his support.

And Jimin is grateful to him, immensely, so much that he doesn't even know how to express that gratitude, how to make Moon understand his importance.

Jimin can only kiss him with all the transport and attention and affection he deserves, he can only kiss and caress him in the hope that Moon realizes, through his gestures, what Jimin feels.

That day, Jimin decided to make a prank to Moon.

The moment he hears the usual melody created by the rattle and that announces the arrival of Moon, Jimin gets up from the mattress and runs to hide under the desk.

He knows he will be found quickly enough because in that room there is very little where to hide.

He also knows that hide-and-seek is a children's game, but Jimin wants to have fun that day, he wants to feel like a child once again, along with Moon.

Moon arrives shortly after and Jimin has to restrain himself from bursting out laughing and ruining everything.

From the small slot to the side he can see Moon's face, he can see the confusion and even the worry on his face.

He sees how Moon starts moving nervously around the room and Jimin almost decides to get out of his hiding place, worried that Moon doesn't like his joke.

Then, Moon looks in his direction and takes a deep breath, almost of relief.

He reaches him in a few moments and immediately smiles at him. Not his usual bright smile, a more composed and intimate smile.

Jimin instead smiles at him roguishly. "Catch me!" He exclaims, then he leaves his hiding place and starts running around the room while Moon bursts out laughing and starts chasing him.

They have so much fun for most of the day.

Jimin, with his yellow blanket over his shoulder pretending to be a cloak, trotting around the room while Moon chases him, pretending he's not able to reach him.

It’s only when they both find themselves out of breath from the fatigue that Moon approaches him from behind and surrounds his hips with his arms while leaving a noisy kiss on the back of his neck.

Jimin chuckles and then turns his face slightly and he leaves a kiss on the cheek.

A kiss followed by another kiss on the neck, and then another and another one.

And then Jimin turns into Moon's embrace and finally kisses him on the lips, deep and messy.

And the two guys get carried away, they hold each other tight as they fall on the mattress and giggle between one kiss and another.

Their hands touch everywhere, their lips are tireless while they give each other pleasure.

The breaths are labored and the eyes half-closed as they let themselves be guided by pleasure.

And then Jimin takes the yellow blanket and with a sly smile leads it to completely cover both of them, making her the only witness of their love.

*

Namjoon knows the time has come.

He has to say goodbye to the white and green room.

He knows that memories will always be inside him, indelible but he cannot help feeling nostalgic. Because, despite everything, their love has blossomed in that room. In which he saw and admired him and held his arms for the first time.

Namjoon blindly believes in destiny, but cannot control his fear.

He knows that it’s an unjustified fear the one not to see Jimin again, he knows.

It is written in the stars, they are made for each other, born for each other. But Namjoon cannot help but be afraid that this is a definite goodbye.

Sitting on the veranda, Namjoon observes the rattle now unable to reproduce any sound, he picks up the orange that Jimin had given him some time ago and lets it falls on the ground.

*

Jimin knows that something is wrong that day.

Moon hasn't shown up yet, he feels his head really lighter, as if it was disconnecting himself from his body and the surrounding space.

The voices are getting louder. They overlap each other not allowing Jimin to understand what they are saying but they are getting closer and closer.

Jimin is confused and afraid. He would like to have Moon next to him but he has the feeling that the boy will not come.

He brings his knees to his chest and he closes his eyes trying to control his breathing.

When he opens them again and looks up, he opens his mouth wide, completely stunned.

Dozens and dozens of balls fall from the ceiling - the same type that he had given to Moon  - which slowly settle on the ground, surrounding him.

It's an experience completely out of the ordinary and Jimin doesn't know how to react, he doesn't know what to do.

Suddenly he can't move anymore, he is losing control of his body and his mind.

He sees the green walls of the room tarnish and slowly disappear.

And then Jimin understands.

It's the end.

*

When he opens his eyes, Jimin sees white, everywhere.

The room in which he is located is bright white and to which Jimin must accustom his eyes to be able to see.

He still can't feel and command his body but slowly, as he wakes up, Jimin feels he is real, that he exists.

When Jimin feels he can watch without hurting his eyes, he starts looking around.

The first things he notices is that ihe is on a bed. A real bed this time.

He then sees a large window to the side and bunches of flowers resting on the windowsill.

On the other side of the bed he sees a machinery and a drip that is attached to his body.

Jimin is in the hospital.

But how did he ended up here?

He doesn’t even have time to metabolize the news that the room door suddenly opens, revealing Taehyung’s figure.

Taehyung enters inside and the instant his eyes settle on Jimin, they comically puke and his mouth opens wide.

"Oh my god. Oh my god you're awake. Doctor! Doctor, the patient is awake! ”Taehyung begins to stutter compulsively, to the point that Jimin wonders if he is exaggerating.

The doctor enters shortly after and greets Jimin with a smile.

"I'm glad you woke up, Jimin."

But Jimin is confused. How much did he slept? What happened to him?

"I... I don't understand. What happened to me? ” He murmurs confusedly.

Taehyung's face suddenly seems to darken.

"Jiminie... don't you remember anything?" He asks.

Jimin nods his head and then the doctor takes word.

"You ended up in the hospital due to a traffic accident. A car came at you while you were walking in the streets. " He explains and Jimin suddenly seems to begin to remember, he starts having flashes of that moment.

The car heading in his direction, the man driving down the wheel of the car, the terror Jimin felt at that moment, the knowledge that he would have died at that moment, in that instant.

"Oh. Now I remember... "he whispers.

"The man driving had a heart attack and lost control of the car but we were able to save him in time. Just as we managed to save you. "

Jimin looks the doctor in the eye. "Oh, you must be capable doctors. At that moment I was pretty sure I would die, and instead I recovered so quickly!"

"Jimin..." Taehyung whispers.

Jimin turns in his direction and sees the apprehension on his best friend's face.

"What's up, Taehyung?"

"It's been a month since the accident ... you stayed in a coma for a month." Taehyung tells him, and Jimin doesn’t know how to react. He doesn't know how to react to the fact that he actually escaped death by a hair, that he made his whole family and friends suffer for a whole month.

"Taehyung, can I ask you to go out? I have to visit Jimin to confirm that all his vital values are in place and then the patient will need to rest. He's recently awake but has already received a lot of news, his mind will feel tired, I'm sure. "

"Oh, certainly. Jiminie, I'll see you tomorrow, okay? "Taehyung greets him.

The next day, Taehyung enters the room holding a bag with him.

The boy immediately notices that Jimin's eyes are on it and smiles.

"I brought some of my favorite comics. I thought you might get bored spending most of your time alone here. " he explains gently and Jimin thanks him, a small smile peeking over his face.

Taehyung takes the chair and approaches it to Jimin's bed.

He approaches and takes his hand.

Jimin could only cry for that little contact he had missed so much but he manages to behave and hold back, at least in front of his friend, even though he knows Taehyung could never judge him.

"So how are you?" He asks.

"Confused, tired." Jimin replies.

"Confused?"

And here Jimin doesn't know what to answer.

The truth is that he is confused, because until a day ago Jimin was in a small green and white room with Moon.

But now Taehyung and the doctor told him that he remained in a coma for a month.

How is it possible?

Have he dreamed it all?

It all seemed so real to Jimin that it seemed impossible to him to have dreamed.

He could feel the warmth of the room, his hands felt the soft texture of the yellow blanket as well as Moon's presence seemed real.

Moon.

The very idea that he could only have been a projection of Jimin's mind breaks his heart into a thousand pieces.

Because Jimin was in love with Moon.

Jimin is in love with Moon.

Although he is now on a hospital bed with a drip attached to his arm, Jimin can still feel his heart beating wildly at the thought of Moon.

How can his heart feel something for a non-existent person?

And Jimin doesn't know how to say all of this to Taehyung. Because Taehyung is his best friend, but who would ever believe him?

He has been here all month to see him lying on that bed, unconscious.

How could he believes him if Jimin told him that he was locked up in a room where he met the love of his life for that month?

So he doesn't tell him anything.

He says nothing to anyone and lets only his heart guard Moon's memory with jealousy and attention.

Jimin, when he can't sleep at night, lets himself be lulled by Moon's caresses that Jimin can still feel on his skin if he concentrates. He lets himself be lulled by the ghost of his kisses and by the memories of his beautiful smiles.

And Jimin suffers, incredibly.

In his heart a hole has opened up that seems to want to swallow him more and more every day and he knows perfectly well that he is worrying his friends and his family, but Jimin doesn't know how to go ahead and leave Moon behind him.

Jimin doesn't want to go on.

*

Jimin is stressed.

His boss again gave him many assignments that are keeping him up late at night and Jimin can't take it anymore.

He can no longer wake up early in the morning, go to work and then go home and still have to work until only God knows what time.

So, when that day, surrounded by papers and documents, Jimin realizes that he is close to a nervous breakdown, he sends everything to the devil and leaves the house.

 Jimin needs a break.

He doesn't care where, but he needs to pull the plug, take a big breath and possibly put something under his teeth that isn't instant ramen.

He walks a little through the crowded streets of Seoul, then stops to get an ice cream and starts walking again, until he reaches a park.

He goes inside and begins to walk slowly, enjoying the light spring breeze and the sun.

Lost in thought, Jimin doesn’t notice the person colliding with him.

The two of them both fall to the ground along with Jimin's precious ice cream and the latter must take a few seconds to recover and realize exactly what happened.

The boy in front of him is picking up the things that fell to the ground quickly and nervously and Jimin realizes that one of his block notes is next to him.

He picks it up gently and then gets up, holding the notebook in the boy's direction.

"Here," he tells him.

The boy stands up and their eyes cross.

Time stops with Jimin’s heart and he can't believe his eyes, he thinks he has hallucinations, because it can't be true, he can't be real, it can't be happening seriously what Jimin has wanted since he was released from the hospital.

The one in front of him cannot be -

"Thank you. I am Namjoon, but you can call me Moon." He tells him with his unmistakable smile, the one that shows his dimples in an adorable way.

Which Jimin did nothing but dream.

And Jimin doesn't hold back.

He throws himself into his arms and embraces him with all the strength he has in his body, hoping that the gesture can convey to Namjoon how much he loves him and how much he has missed him. The relief and happiness and affection that Jimin feels at that moment.

And Namjoon holds him tight in his turn and caresses his head in the usual comforting comforting way.

When the two come off, both have a smile on their faces which is the mirror of the other. Solar, bright, full of love.

"Come on Jimin, I'll buy you the ice cream that I clumsily dropped."

And Jimin laughs, clinging to his arm, closely followed by Namjoon.