"I am there," Jimin spoke Korean into the phone while walking through the doors of the hospital with a paper bag containing a box of fresh kimchi; a Korean staple dish.

"Remember to be nice and smile a lot." His mom instructed and Jimin nodded, forgetting that she couldn't see him through the phone from across the globe.

"I was friends with the guy at one point, mom. He's not a total stranger. But I still can't believe you're making me do this." Jimin pouted yet again forgetting she couldn't see him.

He was an adult, living alone in a foreign country as the captain of his own life but when his mom called every once in a while, he found that he was still the boy she used to baby endlessly and he seized the chance to let his inner child out even if it was for a little bit.

"The Mins were very generous towards your dad, Jimin. The least you can do is pay their sick son a visit and give him some company while he's all alone abroad."

"I know, mom, but I don't want to come across as someone trying to kiss up their ass because they're the Mins, you know?"

"It's just Yoongi, the kid who used to tag along with you when you used to go on playdates across the street, there's nothing wrong in paying him a visit at trying times like these. I don't even know what is wrong with him but it must be something serious. The Mins would never let the news out otherwise and it made it to the weekends' headline."

"Okay, I am almost there. I'll call you later and tell you everything." Jimin hung up and pushed his phone into his jean pocket.

Earlier that morning, he had an hour-long debate with himself in front of the mirror, finally deciding on dressing up in a casual white button-up and faded blue jeans. But his nerves were giving him a hard time still for showing up to meet Yoongi Min, the heir of The Min Enterprises in anything less than a three-piece business suit.

The hospital itself was the same one where Kazimir was brought after his brief visit to her house and Jimin was surprised to see that the Mins had chosen a small hospital like that. Well, it wasn't small per se but it didn't fit in with the Royal-esque lifestyle of the Mins.

Jimin reasoned that maybe whatever Yoongi was dealing with in terms of an illness, that hospital was their best option.

He was ready to be interrogated one on one by the heavy security when he reached the designated ward but there was no soul around. Not even a nurse and Jimin was taken aback.

Am I on the wrong floor? He wondered and looked left and right, making sure he was at least in the right hospital.

He walked forward to the door that had the number he was looking for and knocked gently before turning the knob and peering inside.

"Please tell me you're the angel of death," Someone said from under the pile of sheets on the king-sized bed, and Jimin's ears perked up at the Korean words.

"Uh- no?" Jimin said walking in slowly and letting the door close behind him.

A small blonde head shot up from between a pile of pillows and sheets with a plastic cannula across it and smiled at Jimin.

"Korean?" Yoongi asked sitting up properly and adjusting his cannula, "Well, my first prayer got answered so I guess the second one to walk in through that door would be the Angel of death."

Jimin smiled and walked further into the room, his insecurity from earlier melting away. He put the paper bag on the table and stood next to the bed.

"Yeah, Korean. Park Jimin," Jimin said bowing in respect, "Park Hyunjin's son."

"Park Hyunjin," Yoongi mumbled tilting his head sideways and closing his eyes. He repeated the name under his breath and tried to remember the owner because it was ringing a few bells in his head.

"Oh yes," he said finally opening his eyes with a gummy smile, "Dad's driver, right?"

"Yeah."

"Have a seat, Park Jimin, son of Park Hyunjin." Yoongi gestured with his head towards the chair beside his bed and let himself fell back on top of his countless fluffy pillows, the contact making a faint poof sound.

"What brings you to Prague, Park Jimin?" Yoongi asked turning his head to look at Jimin.

Jimin half expected the clear plastic tube across the blonde's face to become taut from the movement but it stayed the way it was, giving its owner complete freedom to move his head around however he liked.

"I-uh- I live here," Jimin said making sure he was saying it formally because even though as far as his childhood memory stretched back, he remembered Yoongi was younger than him but the social status distance between them was like the distance between the ground and space.

"You do? Really? Here in Prague?" Yoongi asked, his eyebrows rising up and disappearing into his bangs.

"Yeah. I moved here four years ago for college." Jimin answered surprised at the younger's excitement about Prague.

"Four years," Yoongi murmured closing his eyes and repeating the phrase under his breath as if he was trying to remember something and Jimin realized it was a habit and made a mental note to add it to his list of characters quirks.

"That means you have already graduated, right?" Yoongi asked opening his eyes but there was a hesitant pause in his tone like he had the information wrong and he was scared to be confronted if that was the case.

"Yeah. Fresh out of college and jobless to the core." Jimin chuckled and Yoongi's taut lips relaxed and he smiled too.

"So now you'll fly back to Korea?" Yoongi asked sitting up and eyeing the paper bag Jimin brought with him.

"Not the plan exactly. But I wouldn't say it's not an option. What about you?" Jimin asked throwing the obvious question out into the air.

"I'd rather die here than in Seoul," Yoongi said ruffling his hair and falling back on the palms of his hands with a wide smile ready to rip his cheeks.

Jimin was taken aback at the blunt answer and Yoongi's body language that contradicted what he had just said and his mind pulled a blank image because of how confused it got at the sudden confession.

"Uh- I- I," Jimin began stuttering between two sentences, both unknown to him but he was waiting for either to spill out so that he would have something to say.

"Look Park Jimin, I have a secret. One I am fairly ashamed of," Yoongi began pulling himself into a sitting position again, "And me dying of Cystic Fibrosis is far less painful to admit than to say what I am really dying of. In Korea, my secret was killing me faster than my lungs. Here, I can take in air into my lungs and expect them to fail me rather than me failing them."

Jimin stared open-mouthed as goosebumps made a trail on his arms and a shiver ran down his spine. He had never looked death in the eye, never been in any kind of near-death experience but yet, right then his heart started beating as if he was about to be run over by a truck or slip off from the edge of a twenty-story building.

He blinked away the images and looked to the side and then down to stare at his feet. His right hand came up to rest on the elbow of the left and his fingers started playing with the imaginary wrinkles to distract him from the fact that his palms were suddenly cold and clammy.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Yoongi chuckled changing the atmosphere in the room with his breathy laughter and for the first time, Jimin noticed the sound of his voice and how raspy it sounded. Like he was already out of breath.

"No it's just- I don't know how to react because I know you're not joking but also-"

"You've never met anyone with a short life span before?" Yoongi interrupted the older with another chuckle.

Jimin looked up and shook his head, surprised at the strange question. There was a little crack forming in his heart, like an iceberg slowly but surely cracking from the middle but he couldn't decide how a meeting of a few minutes made him feel like that.

"Well, it isn't much fun I might say. It gets pretty tiring dying each day little by little. Not to mention quite boring." Yoongi fell back on the hill of pillows behind him with his arms outstretched, leaving a wide-eyed Jimin to stare at him.

A minute of silence later, Jimin grabbed the paper bag and placed it closer to the bed on the table.

"I brought Kimchi for you," He said leaning back in his chair.

"Nice." Yoongi commented still staring at the ceiling, "I'm gonna have to ask the nurse if I can eat it. But say, aren't you curious about what my secret is?"

Jimin was again baffled at the straightforwardness and the blunt words but he couldn't help but be intrigued by the question this time.

"How about you let me guess it?" Jimin asked as thousand ideas started forming in his head.

"Is that your subtle way of telling me that you want to hang out more?" Yoongi asked. He sat up and looked at Jimin with a gummy smile and crescent eyes.

"Huh?"

"You can't guess it from far away. You have to hang out with me more often."

Jimin walked out into what was left of the morning and a light breeze embraced him. The voices around him merged into the faint melody of the wind to become one soundtrack that sang bittersweet notes and Jimin hugged his arms himself before walking out into the general direction of the street.

There was a new filter to his surroundings as his eyes wandered ahead of him over the street which was starting to turn unto the intricate cobblestone neighborhoods. The surroundings changed abruptly from a busy bustling city to vintage looking streets with small houses and cute cozy coffee shops with just one turn and Jimin always felt like it was an element only a city like Prague could master.

The morning was already slipping away to make way for early noon and Jimin couldn't believe he had spent so much time with Yoongi. The younger kept asking him about Prague and if it was as wonderful as he had heard it was and although Jimin wanted to answer each question with yes, he had to stop for a second before answering because, in the midst of chasing after his dreams and comfortable living, he had forgotten just how beautiful of a city he was in.

Now out in the heart of what had brought him to Prague in the first place, he stopped and stared around a little longer because he didn't even realize he had missed the city he was living in.

His eyes traveled the length of a church at the end of the street up to its pinnacle which was the tower-like extension pointing upwards made of wood carved to make small intricate designs. The gothic appeal of it looked vibrant and a shade lighter than its original mauve because of the way the sun rays were hitting it just right from behind a collage of mismatched clouds.

City of wonders, Jimin smiled at the thought and started walking ahead.

Voices around him served his ears with various flavored accents and languages mixed in with laughter and welcome shouts from shop vendors trying to lure in customers for desserts and various baked goods as Jimin was now entering an area concentrated with ice cream shops and bakeries.

A queue of tourists waited outside a certain ice cream shop to get their donut cone ice cream or chimney cake or more commonly known in Prague as Trdelník. The Trdelník had a reputation for being a Czech special dessert because of its strange components. The cone was made from donut dough rolled and wrapped around a stick then grilled and topped with sugar and walnut. Once the cone was done, it was lined with Nutella and a wide range of ice cream fillings were offered to choose from to fill up the cone, hence the name donut cone ice cream.

Jimin shook his head at the excited tourists waiting to pay fortunes for something like that and he almost wanted to get one for Yoongi. The blonde had asked him about it having heard many things about the dessert from anyone who had ever heard of the Czech Republic and Jimin wanted to buy him one alongside another much much cheaper dessert called Miša (pronounced Misha) from a local shop so that Yoongi would get to know what a terrible tourist trap he got trapped in.

Jimin, like many tourists, had bought a Trdelník everytime he had been craving a dessert but it took me him no time figuring out why locals never visited these kinds of shops. And once he was introduced to local desserts, he let him himself finally admit that he enjoyed the idea of a donut cone ice cream more than the ice cream itself, that too after he having spent an unbelievable amount of money on a dry cone that was hard to chew and ice cream that was mainly the powdery machine-made and diluted with water. A tourist trap champion, or as Jimin had started to call it, a donut con ice cream.

Miša on the other hand was a strange dessert too with a combination of cream and quark cheese layered with dark choclate and then frozen. But the unique ingredients were one with history and a flavor strong enough to have survived till the present day as favorite local ice cream.

Jimin walked further into the burrowing neighborhood with an air of touristy rather than as a local to relive the moments when his eyes first landed on the area around his house a few years ago.

He had forgotten about all the little details that once made him sit down and weave words upon words for their intricate beauty. There was the small blue house at his right that once served as a post office solely for love letters but now its red roof supported vines of rose bushes and the owner offered a few tables only to writers to sit down and write. It was Jimin's favorite spot among all the other cafès because of its strategic location that guaranteed poetic vibes and immaculate people-watching opportunities.

Though Jimin had yet to see more writers than painters in the area he was always inspired whenever he strolled these neighborhoods when he first moved in the house he had now started to call home.

He walked further relishing in the remains of what the fairytale-like small town square offered until he reached the turn nearest to his home. He contemplated prolonging his walk and decided to go around the street to let his eyes drink up his little haven of a house with a new vision but like all journeys whether long or short, his walk had to end with him walking inside his house and going straight to the kitchen to slump down on the chair nearest to the antique house phone attached to the wall.

He dialed the number for his mom knowing an international call would cost him fortunes but he didn't want to ruin the vintage vibes with a touch screen phone.

While the call connected he started playing with the cord, weaving it around his finger and unwinding it again repeatedly.

His head snapped up the sound of the front door opening and closing and a second later he glimpsed a figure passing by the kitchen and going further into the house.

Reliving his earlier days in Prague in his head almost made him forget that now he shared his space with someone else, Taehyung to be exact but thinking of the increased rent eased his senses.

The writing deal was not spoken of after the event, in fact, no words were spoken after the event except that Jimin told Taehyung that he needed to pay the full rent now that he wasn't getting the benefit of a writing collaboration and Taehyung nodded in agreement.

That was a week ago and they haven't even come face to face since but Jimin wasn't one to complain especially when he was the sole financial beneficial out of the ominous family drama.

"Hello, Jimin?" His mom's voice echoed from the decades-old phone and Jimin was rooted back into another reality. A reality he was not acknowledging until he was on the phone with the only one he felt home with.

"He's dying, mom."

Mrs. Kim eyed Kazimir while the younger fumbled around the kitchen putting every jar back in its respectful place before coming to sit opposite her with a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Kim wondered why Kazimir bothered with the cooking in the first place if she was going to drag herself through the entire process with a tired scowl like she was being forced to move but she let her be.

Kazimir was Kazimir, no questions asked.

Kazimir picked up the knife and started chopping through the strawberries, relishing in her little freedom without the splint. Her fingers went back to acting normal a few hours after returning from the hospital but she couldn't bring herself to force them into any type of work that involved too much movement. But a few internet searches later, she found out that not moving them was a bigger threat than to move them so she had been doing just that.