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My Everything

And soon, she's going to close, but I'll see you another day

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Hi, my love. Here I am again, writing in this little diary although I know you'll never read this. Somehow, dumping all my thoughts for you here ease me a lot.

Remember the words you said when we were sitting in your living room? I was crying that time because Mom decided to give up fighting for her life against cancer. You were there to comfort me, to console me, to keep the sane me. Most importantly, those sentences you spoke about her made me a believer on how intelligent you are.

"Mom deserved some rest. Yes, I know it may seems a loss for you. But for her, it's the only way she can find peace in a world where suffering and cancer do not exist. Plus, she left you without regrets, knowing that you're safe with me.

"I don't know if afterlife exists. If it did, she'll definitely find a way to be reincarnated close to you. You'll never know. Maybe you'll meet her as a student, an elderly lady, or perhaps you're favorite flower. Even if I've known her for a short time, I know she wants you to be happy. Like I want for you, my love. Trust me. You can just break up with me if I'm wrong. Which I also know that you'll never do."

The wisdom in your words left me impress. That day, I wondered if you're really a person. You knew so many things about that kind of topic. You were so full of surprises. One moment, you're as innocent like a newborn child. And then you suddenly became a preacher. Seriously though, love. I feel like reading a suspense book. I experience countless emotion when I'm with you.

Through my glassy eyes, I saw you're also crying, yet a smile was on your face. The same beautiful smile when we first talked to each other.

You gently caressed my trembling hand. Through it, I felt the comfort Mom always gave me.

"My hunch told me that everything you said is a true and genuine like you, my Jimin. What did I do in my past life to deserve you?".

You inched closer, taking my face on your hands, and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. You pulled out first, a slight frown occuring on your lovely face.

"That's why you should trust me. Trust me like how you trust Mom. Trust me like how you trust your heart. Because, from now on, we're one. If you're hurt, I'm hurt. The same goes to you. Alright?"

"Alright".

"Good. Now, what do you want to eat? My treat."

"It's yor first time to treat me. Maybe I should be sad often."

"YAH! MIN YOON GI!".

"How can you shout at me when I'm still mourning? How could you?!" I faked cry, using my hands to hide the small smile plastered in my face.

"Aiissshhh... Ok.. Sorry, love."

After a second, I could feel your warm embrace engulfing my whole body.

No one's POV

As Yoongi smiled at the memory with tears on his small cat-eyes, a warm breeze showered his whole body, starting from his head to his bend back. Upon feeling it, he began shaking. His lips quivered more, more tears fell.

"I'm alright. I'm fine, Jimin. Thank you."

He continued to write, thoughts formed into hundreds of words. All of it for his one and only love, Park Ji Min.

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Love, I felt you just now. Your embrace never changed. Still the same warm one I used to crave everytime you're near.

Thank you, my love. You're always there when I need you.

Now, I know that even death can't separate us, can't they?

By the way, Yeoreum went to our room earlier. In her hands was the most beautiful portrait of you. It's as realistic as it can be, thanks to our daughter's gifted hands.

"Papa, I have something for you."

Yeoreum walked with pride to my study table, where I work on my paperworks.

Oh, I haven't told you. I was accepted a week ago to a company related to music producing. I'm hired as a supervisor.

Cool, right?

"What is it, darling?", I put down the music sheet I've been inspecting.

The moment I saw it, my heart skipped a beat.

"Does it look like Appa?"

I couldn't speak. It's exactly you, Jimin. The same Jimin I fell in love with. The difference is that you're on paper.

"Papa?".

I smiled at Yeoreum, hugging her.

"It really looks like Appa. It's like he's alive again, but in paper."

I pinned the drawing above my laptop so while I work, I can see you. So that I can never forget the beautiful being I gave my heart with.

"I'm beautiful, right?"

"Yes, Jimin. Much more beautiful than the sky above us."

"Yah! Stop fluttering me. All I need is a yes or no."

"It's the truth."

"Really?"

Really.

Your beauty is enough to keep me blinded.

Is my sun really allowed to shine that bright for his one and only moon?

If yes, I'm ready to be blinded for the rest of my remaining days.

I'm sure I already said this a gazillion times.

But I'll say it again.

I love you, my sun.

I love you, my angel.

I

Love

You,

Park Ji Min...

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