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Four days were left before the surgery. I stared at the lilac-pinkish-orange sky when you knocked at my door and entered, holding four huge bags in your hands. "Jimin-ah, did you just rob a bank?" I asked in a teasing voice with a hint of tiredness in it. You grinned and opened one of them before pouring out the contents in one corner of the room.


And my smile slowly faltered.


"Paper cranes?!" I cried, bewildered at the sight of so many paper cranes that you kept on pouring out from your bags. "Seven hundred paper cranes, just three hundred left." You grinned while walking towards me.


"Jimin..." Tears brimmed in my eyes as you wiped them before they could roll down while your own eyes glistened. "Remember the night when I asked you if you would stay with me forever if I would fold a thousand paper cranes? I'm going to do that, and I'm sure that you will stay with me... forever..." You whispered and left me speechless.


I didn't say anything and just pulled you closer to me, crying in your embrace.


All those paper cuts, all those bruises... those were for me Jimin?



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