"No, Jimin, life was never fair," she whispered with love, before taking her last breath.
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The past. It always has been the past.
When Park Jimin and Song Jinhee got together, it was because they needed each other to carry on with their new li...
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Park Jimin, 25, Present day
It was a normal Saturday, at 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
Jimin and Jinhee walked down the street to their favorite coffeeshop; the Beanie Bags aka B.B's, each with a milk tea plastic cup in their hand. They walked together, close but not touching, silently poring in the day.
"You're quiet," Jimin said, hesitating slightly before reaching out to touch her silky black hair, sweeping it over to one side.
Jinhee looked up at him, but almost immediately looked down to her cup. It started to condense, trails of droplets had begun dripping towards her gloved hand.
"I was just, you know, thinking," she finally said.
He chuckled, taking a quick sip from his straw. "About me, am I right?"
Her hand clenched the cup in her hands. "Us, actually."
"Us?" Her words stopped him in his tracks, raising his eyebrows like he didn't believe it, smirking in a joking way.
Them?
"Yes. Us." She turned around, avoiding his eyes. "Jimin, I . . . y-you don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?" He was musing, sweeping his hair out of his eyes like he didn't care, but inside, he was panicking. His mind was replaying another scene, with another her, in another time, and she was saying this too.
"We agreed, Jimin," Jinhee murmured silently, gripping her plastic cup so hard, it was almost overflowing. "We're supposed to break up today."
He remembered now, three years back. A pact they did, when they didn't love each other but tried and forced themselves because they have to, to fix their broken selves.
To fix him, most of it.
He couldn't breathe. He doesn't want to end it yet. He'll suffer without her. He'll die without her. He wouldn't survive it. He'll break. Again.
He'll die.
Again.
His voice cracked. "Do you want to? I mean that was three years ago."
"I don't know." Her clouded eyes searched his. "Do you?"
No.
No.
'I don't want to,' his brain shouted.
"Only if you want to," was what his mouth said.
Jinhee took a deep breath. "Let's just-" she stopped, then chuckled forcedly. Jinhee smiled at him, tension forgotten, laugh on her lips. "Forget it. Let's not . . . breakup today, yeah? I mean, that was like, three years ago! You're totally in love with me right now!"
Relief.
Fucking relief.
He tried to laugh. "Yeah, I know right!" Then linking their hands together, they beamed at each other, knowing it would be their last.
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