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I didn't want to go to school. Yet after a week, when you were back from your trip, as usual you knocked at my door, although I think you were an hour late.


"Y/n-ah, why don't you tell me what happened to you, hmm?" You asked me sweetly as I stared at you with a warm gaze. I swear your voice was a bit deeper than usual and your eyes were slightly red. "I just don't want to go to school." I replied in a tired tone, and you sighed. I had asked mom to tell you I had been sick, but not tell you exactly how sick I was.


I couldn't, I'm sorry, but I couldn't let you know that your best friend that had stood beside you for all these years wouldn't be standing beside you anymore after a few weeks. I couldn't watch you in pain, I couldn't watch you cry.


I'm sorry Jimin, for not telling you earlier about my limited time left with you.



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