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×taehyung

"jimin... hyung isn't letting you die. i won't lose you."  i stared at his chest, barely moving. i grabbed my phone from the pocket of my jeans that was now heated, frantically unlocking it and searching for a particular someone's number. stabbing the screen, i placed the phone to my pierced ear and listened to the shrill ringing, begging for him to pick up.

one.

two.

"hello?"

as soon as i heard his voice, calm washed over me. he had— no, he has, and always will, have that effect on me.

"jungkook-ah..

help him. please."

a/n;
hey thanks for waiting for me.

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