Rewind || Park Jimin

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Jimin was drunk when he called me, after I noticed I immediately hung up on his face. "Not this time." I whisper and went back to bed.

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Although I tried my best to avoid Jimin, I ended up going to his funeral again, but this time I was alone. The drive was silence, I didn't put on music because I wasn't in the mood to feel even more sad with my depressing playlist. I wore the same clothes like the first time, everything was the same. Except that I didn't had the necklace Jimin should have bought me on our week-end trip, which we didn't do. I didn't have the rest of the boys, who Jimin should've introduced me to, I didn't have all those good memories, our laughs.
But I still was the reason why Jimin died.