We were reckless.
How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs?
We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin.
And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
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I was under close supervision that day I couldn't see how you were doing.
My mother had freaked out over my disappearance over night. And then I'd come back with a cold, she brought me immediately to the hospital to recover.
My body was already weak from cancer; simple sicknesses like a cold were becoming more and more dangerous for me to have.
The doctor had examined the progress of my pancreas cancer.
Good news, the progress had slowed down once again.
Bad news, I still had estimated lost a week and a day from the previous rapid degeneration of the cancer.
Technically, I was on Day 38, not Day 46.
It was terrifying to know I might be dying in 38 Days. Not 46. It seemed like such a time difference.
Did you know, that as I lay on that bed, I was thinking desperately that I wanted that blue hoodie so I could go to you and curl up on your lap, Park Jimin.
