A second chance.
That was what I wished for.
The one thing I prayed for every night before I sleep. The one thing I prayed for, at the very night before I woke up in an entirely different life.
A new life.
My second chance.
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I was 30 years old wh...
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—Present life, year 2017—
Jimin had become silent ever since the two of us left the pub. But my mind had never been so loud as it was at the moment and it had been this way since I stepped out of that place, leaving behind the memory of his altercations with Jungkook earlier.
Questions after questions kept coming while the events and pieces of the conversation they shared back at the pub continued to replay themselves inside my head.
While Jimin kept his eyes locked on the road, his posture was tense and his grip on the wheel remained hard and tight that I could see his knuckles turning white. I could even begin to faintly hear the sound of its leather cover cracking and pulling beneath his palms. Yet I kept quiet beside him, letting my mind wander as I had my eyes looking away and out the window. I had no idea what to say to him or how to react, while at the same time, I was trying to ignore the way his tension and rage kept rolling out of him in waves as he drove us further and further away from the pub.
Between being afraid that any word I said would come out with accusations, or perhaps being called crazy if I should talk to him about my predicament or to hurt him if I admitted to him why I kept being pulled to Jungkook for some reason, I decided to give him some time and space to calm down. Hoping that maybe once he did, he would be able to talk about it and I would be able to question him.
The silence thickened as each second ticked by, until a deep sigh came out of him, breaking the stillness that had grown between us.
"I'm sorry," he suddenly said to me. His voice was soft, and I could feel his remorse lathering every word he said that I could not help but to turn to look at him.
"Sorry? What for?"
He gave me a rueful smile as he glanced my way, briefly, before looking back on the road. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. I shouldn't have let him rile me up the way he did." He sighed. "I must have ruined the mood for tonight."
I opened my mouth, ready to argue and try to make him feel better. But I held my tongue, knowing that the words might come out wrong and I would probably be pushing his guilt further instead of urging him to move on.
Shaking my head, I told him all that I could say at the moment. "It's—whatever. It's fine," I said, even though there was a huge part of me that begged to understand. But must this night be filled with wondering and analysing things?
Did I really want to know the answers?
Did I really want to know what those words meant? The words Jungkook said which had brought out dizziness that silenced everything running through my head at the point of hearing it?
I may have said that it didn't matter, but my mind betrayed me by voicing out the questions once again.
Why would he say something like that? Why did they seem to hate each other? Have they met before aside from the night I introduced them together? Or did they know each other before?
