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You went back home and returned in an hour to pick me up. I was wearing the red dress you picked for me, along with the pearl jewelry you gifted to me on my last birthday. You stepped out of your car in a black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath, with your hair perfectly gelled and slicked back, and with that angelic smile on your face.


No wonder why all the girls would drool over you, and I felt proud to call you mine.


Except that in a few weeks you wouldn't be mine anymore.


But hey Jimin, I never asked you this, wasn't it the same shirt I had given you for your 17th birthday?



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