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"Jimin!"

He swung around and the sound of his best friend's voice as she jogged up behind him, a single figure in the quiet, empty street.  She was still wearing her home clothes consisting of a baggy grey shirt he wasn't even sure was hers or his anymore, and dark blue shorts.  She wasn't even wearing socks in her runners, he noticed.

"Hmm?  What is it?"  He took the piece of paper, opening it up.

"Just something I wrote. A reminder, I guess."  Her hands were clasped behind her and she turned from side to side, shy.

He smiled as he read the words.  Folding the note carefully, he took out his wallet and slipped it inside.

Jimin looked up finally at his best friend, before moving forward and smoothing out her hair with his hand.  Resting his hand on top of her head, he gave her a gentle smile before a bark of laughter popped out as Bobbi tilted her head and his hand dropped onto her shoulder instead.  She gave him a playful, annoyed look.

He pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you," he murmured into her ear.

"Don't mention it."


The plain black wallet is worn at the edges but the softened material holds sentimental value  as a gift from the owner's mother.

Fingerprints seem to have sunk into the leather, conforming to the familiar grip that's held it for years.  Inside, there's a wealth of small treasures.

13 200 won in cash.

A transport card.

A photo of two young boys, arms around each other, slipped into the transparent part of the wallet so it can always be seen.

A credit card.

A bunch of receipts.

An old amusement park ticket, words severely faded, but he's looked at it so often he doesn't need words to know what's written there, let alone recall the memories.

A small yellow note.

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