it was a custom for jimin to visit the hospice occasionally.
And today was one of them.
He was born with a frailer immune system and still others judge him for it.
It caused him to have not many friends.
So, he treasures every one of them, from the brattiest to the nicest.
With a weighty heart, he was forced to be bedded in the sickbay again.
Sighing he looked around him, white.
White curtains surrounding him like a prison.
Couldn't bring himself to beam,
he heard giggles.
"hello?" he voiced out of curiosity.
The drape by his side disclosed, showing a boy about his age, with a boxy smile.
"do you believe in magic?" the boy asked.
Jimin nodded.
"then we are friends. The others think I'm senseless because I see sparkles around me." The youth approved Jimin.
Jimin nodded eagerly and smiled for some unknown reason.
"we are friends." Jimin repeated himself, his beam growing.
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a/n: new tale, new beginning.
19/8/2018
~goyangi-si
Tired out!
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