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CHAPTER THREE:
Let's Stay Like This.

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"WHAT was I thinking," Yoongi ruffled his hair.

"Hanbyeol-ah! Open this door! Please!" He shouted desperately. He was almost losing hope, he almost had the urge to kick the door open just to see her.

Until he heard a voice.

"Yoongi-ah . . ." A weak voice called out from the other side of the door, which made him more worried than ever.

"Do it if you can, please! Open the door!" He exclaimed.

But all the response he got was a cough.

He cursed under his breath as he was biting his lip; trying to stop himself from panicking, or crying, or anything that wouldn't help the situation.

Instead, he quickly ran downstairs, and to the garage, and went to his car.

He searched for her room keys which she had left before, and came back up.

He unlocked the door with his shaking hands and opened it, rushingly searching for her.

"Byeol-ah! Hanbyeol!" He searched for her.

He finally saw her, lying down the floor with her back on the floor, almost lifeless, with the bottle of painkillers on her hand as some spilled.

"Hanbyeol." He knelt down and shook her, waking her up. "Byeol-ah, wake up."

And she tiredly opened her eyes, looking at Yoongi, giving him a weak smile.

"I- I'm okay."

"How can you fucking say you are?!" He sighed in frustration and carried her bridal style to her bed.

"Did you take the painkillers already?"

She shook her head groggily as she forced herself to keep her eyes open.

He quickly grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and came back, grabbing one pill from the bottle that hasn't fell to the floor yet.

He gave her the medicine and made her drink.

Her hand was trembling when she held the glass, so he helped her.

He put his hand on her back and laid her down carefully after he put the glass on her table beside the bed, and he caressed her cheek.

Soon, she drifted off to sleep.

And she was holding Yoongi's hand.

And neither of them wanted to let go.

A tear managed to fall from her closed eye. As Yoongi noticed it, he rubbed his thumb against the bottom of her eye, wiping the stain.

"When will you stop getting sick?" He sadly smiled, putting her hair covering her face aside.

He stayed. Still taking care of her. And it seemed like as if it was just minutes when looked at her facial features.

When he realized how long he was staying, he looked at his phone.

It was late.

So he slowly let go of her hand and stood up, but was stopped by Hanbyeol who held his hand tighter.

She frailly said,

"Don't go."

"Let's stay like this...

Even just for the last time.

Please?"

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END OF CHAPTER.
edited: 190423

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