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I woke up slowly.
Throbbing pain in my abdomen.
The room I was in was dark.
I was alive.
I didn't feel any better though.
I felt worse.
Nausea hit me in waves.
Pain coursed through me.
It felt like my very blood was a sluggish liquid.
Heavy.
Had the transplant been a success?
Was I still dying?
I wanted my mom.
I wanted you.
I want my mom.
I want you, Park Jimin.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe 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.
