It's been three days now.
You've not been picking up your calls, and you haven't been coming home during the nights.
Everytime I ask you, it's the same excuse.
"I want to work hard for me, for us jagi" you would say, shushing me up.
I'm getting really worried, Jagi.
I don't want you to overwork.
I don't want you to stress yourself.
You're doing your best, Jimin.
You're good enough.
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