re:verse ;; pjm [pretend sequel]

twinkling.

"j-jimin..."

she saw the said boy lying down almost lifeless on the bed. he had a bandage wrapped around his head and some parts of his body.

"he's wrecked, this is funny."

"shut up..."

she walked closer, sitting down at a chair beside the bed, holding his hand tightly around hers.

"please wake up."

"i honestly don't get you."

"me too."

she played with his hands, observing it. it was quite small, but slightly bigger than hers, and soft. his hand was quite cute.

then it moved, making her gasp and let go of it.

a groan was heard.

"h-haneul?"

he squinted his eyes, the girl nodded.

"i'm gonna go now."

"no, stay. please?"

she blushed.

"stop it. you're hurting."

then she frowned.

"i'm sorry, i can't. i hope you get better."

"please?"

"just don't..."

but how can she not decline with those eyes that reminded her of the stars twinkling at night staring at her dull ones deeply?

"sure."

"kill yourself."