just smile || p.jm & j.jk

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Jimin pov:

It's been a day since Jihye died. Nothing has changed. I'm miserable. Today is the day I have to tell Jungkook though. Jihyes body is still in her room. People are coming to get her today. I want to see her one more time and show Jungkook

I texted him and he said he would be here soon. I just sat in my room as my door was wide open so I could see Jihye's closed door. Her name painted on. She did it herself when she turned 15.

I heard a knock on the door. I got up and ran down to the door. My parents are on business now but will be home for Jihye's memorial.

I opened the door and Jungkook seemed concerned. He has never been asked by me to come over. Jihye is always wanting him over. Or at least she did before she died.

"Come in." I said.

"What is wrong jimin, you never call me over?" He said looking at me in concern. He can see how miserable I am.

"I'll show you."

I pulled him to Jihye's room. He looked confused at the closed door.

"I know this is gonna be sad for you too. But bear with me." I pushed open the door.

This time none of Jihye's medications where hidden. She had her case open from the very last time I helped her. Her oxygen was still next to her bed. I placed a blanket over her body but left her face visible.

Jungkook made his way to her and sat on the floor. He seemed confused.

"What happened jimin why does she have all this stuff out?"

"She needed it." I simply said.

"Please tell me she is just sleeping."

"I wish I could believe that myself. But she is gone." I said and looked down feeling tears form in my eyes.

"Why? How?"

"Let's sit and talk." I said and pulled him toward the couch in Jihye's room.

"Jihye has known for a month now that she is gonna die. She takes medications twice a day but nothing can save her from what she had. She didn't want to spend her last month in the hospital. She wanted everyone around her to see that she is ok and that is isn't counting the days till her last breath. She wanted to go to school everyday like a normal 17 year old would do. On her last day. Which was yesterday she wanted you and I to be with her. She told me how terrible she felt yesterday but she didn't want it to stop us from seeing her. After you left yesterday she couldn't walk. Every step took her breath away. I carried her home. Soon after she got home she was laying in bed. I sat with her. She wouldn't stop apologizing to me and my parents. She eventually died in my arms. I have never felt worse. She was diagnosed when she turned 16. There where signs of her disease long before they knew exactly what it was."

Jungkook leaned over and hugged me. My hot tears streaming from my eyes. We sat like this for a while.

I then pulled out my phone and searched for the picture we took yesterday. My heart throbbed more at seeing her face next to mine. I miss her so much. All I want to do is feel her hugs and listen to her voice as she tells me about her day. I am missing her calling me 'jimin oppa'.