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"honestly, he needs to start taking more medicines."

"everything's going wrong."

"i'm sorry to tell you this, but he's got a very low chance of living, maximum of three weeks, no more."

whispers filled the room as jimin opened his eyes, his whole body hurt, even reaching out his hand to grab a glass of water was more than an uphill struggle for him. 

deep inside, he knew that he wouldn't live for long. he pretended to be happy, to be carefree.

 for her.

he pretended like he wasn't scared of death and like nothing would ever happen to him, all because he didn't want to see the smile fading from her lips.

her smile was the only thing that brought one to his face. in fact, she was the only reason he was alive now. without her, he didn't know what he would do.

it's like these demons inside his mind would come out alive, but they were the demons he couldn't control.

his mind was sick, and she knew it.

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