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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ayumi

It was painful.

It was so, so painful.

I was scared. The needle dug into my skin, every single day. Three times. And all I could do was cry. Yoongi wasn't there. Dad wasn't there. I felt.. deserted.

I wanted to go home. I wanted to get out of bed and hug Yoongi. I wanted to dance with Jimin again. I wanted to be happy.

I wanted to be..

Normal.

"Good morning," usually, by the sound of Minjun's voice, I would've turned away, but I didn't find any good reason to do that now. We had our talk the other day - I understood his part of the story.. maybe it was the truth.

It was going so well when he greeted me. Until my father walked inside. The only reason I started liking him was because he let Dad out of prison. Minjun walked over and placed a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table.

"Good news, Ayumi." Father sat on the other side, pulling something out from his bag. "You have a scholarship in America!"

I stared at the paper. I got a scholarship for my dancing. How did he even have proof for my dancing?

"Your dad helped with it." Minjun said, reading my expressions. "He sent father some videos of you dancing and they were so impressed."

"They really want you in school. They wanted to meet you. They said they would give you so many opportunities." Father smiled widely. "Next year. You come to America with me. We'd still come back to Korea from time to time."

Just because I got into a hospital, doesn't mean it would change my mind. They've given me physical proof for it, but.. I still didn't want to.

"I promise I will make up for all the years I have lost to spend time with you." he said slowly. "What do you say.. Ayumi?"

For some reason, I felt guilty. The opportunity was right in front of me - and yet, I was going to turn it down. I didn't want to decide anymore. I didn't know what to say. At that moment, I just wanted to be.. okay.

Minjun noticed my uneasiness and sighed, "Father.. she'll think about it." he said. As if they had something in mind, father nodded and stood up, walking out of the room.

Minjun sighed, "Ayumi.. tell me, what keeps you from taking the opportunity?" I started to look for some paper and a pen, but surprisingly, he handed me his phone. My brows furrowed as I looked up at him, but he didn't seem to mind.

'I don't want to leave anyone.'

He rested his feet on the wood by the bed and nodded, as if realising something. "And even if it means leaving your dream.. leaving your mother's dream.. you'd be up for it?"

I nodded, and he sighed, "I'm not very philosophical, and I don't think I'm good with words. But here's a little piece of advice." he shifted in his seat.

"You have talent. And to know who really supports you and will wait for you, go and pursue your dreams. If love is real, there will never be any suspicions. If friendship is real, there will never be any doubts."

That's what..

Mother said.

My eyes widened at his words. He wasn't good with words, and yet, the way he opened my eyes to reality, so effortlessly.. but I felt like it wasn't just him.

He was quiet, "I wish I was never mean to you."

I quickly shook my head, 'Forget the past! I forgive you..'

He cocked an eyebrow, "You forgive me?"

I nodded with a reassuring smile. And he smiled, too. "You know.. Father isn't the only one that's going to make it up to you. I once promised myself I'd always hate you.. but there's just something inside me that wants to be a brother to you.."

'Because you have a good heart,' I typed in. 'That's it. Don't question yourself anymore. I know it.'

He scoffed, "You're the first and only person to tell me that."

"And.." he trailed off. "Don't worry about your position as cheerleader. Hoseok and the dancers are gonna have to cooperate until you come back. If you don't, it'll still be part of your victory."

He stood up from the chair and grabbed something by the door, placing it on my lap. "I got it for you. Open it."

My brows furrowed, and of course, I pulled the box out of the paper bag and found myself face to face with a box of shoes. I was already smiling, and I flashed him a look of disbelief. These were so expensive! How did he know?

"I talked to your dad and the others." he shrugged. I got so excited when I saw the rubber shoes, I couldn't help but clap my hands, and I placed a kiss on his cheek. "O-Oi, don't do that out of a sudden."

'Thank you,' I signed, flashing him a genuine smile. He puts it back to its original place and sat on the chair again.

"You don't have to thank me for that," he said. "But you can thank me for this." he handed me a pen and a paper.

"Ayumi.. I'm sorry for everything I've done." he whispered. I sent him a reassuring smile. I was okay..

I waved the pen and paper.

"Write down everything you want to say to Yoongi." he explained. "Write the words as if it's your last day seeing him."

I was confused.

'Why?'

He smiled. "Let's mess with him, or.. make him cry?" his smile turned into a laugh. "Basically.. do it as if you're writing him a love letter. I won't read it, no one will except Yoongi. So write everything you want to say."

He seemed genuinely excited. "I'll wait until you finish writing it. I promise I won't look."

I cocked an eyebrow, and he nodded in reassurance, "I swear."

'Why would you want to make him cry?'

He sighed, "It's in a good way, I promise."

It was weird, but I ended up doing so. I wrote everything I wanted to say to Yoongi.

Everything.

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but you're my everything

everything

everything

miane saranghae yongsohae

okay this is basically me to you FORGIVE ME