dear diary (prologue)

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»a/n: do not read this if you are sensitive to mature themes + lowercase intended.

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𝐝ear jimin, once again, i have returned to write in you. this year, I'm turning 78... yet again another year without the boy of the soft smile. i finally knew how patients felt, the atmosphere of the room filled with a perfumed scent of medicine, seats nearby were plush and looked much more comfortable rather than the bed i sat in. within eyes reach, every  surface was wiped clean, reeking of bleach wipes. on top of the translucent glass stood vases of flowers adorned with red, blue, and purple. vintage framed pieces of beauty slept peacefully on the wall. the window open, letting in some of the warm summer breeze, battling the cool air of the hospital.  i fear i haven't got much time to live, it really is ironic how a cardiologist became a patient of heart failure. now, let me begin the story about how i met him. the boy with the brown orbs that sparkled in the sun, his hairs' slight curls that perked up like curious bunnies, his soft smile that could melt hearts, his name? park jimin

and his hands once warm and filled with hope, now cold... 


cold hands. ➳ yoonminWhere stories live. Discover now