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c h a p t e r
f o r t y - f o u r

'Good evening, princess. Will you be my date today?'

She smiled as she saw the yellow paper with a short handwritten letter above the pink box given to her by Yoongi through Jimin. She opened the box and saw a pale pink, straight, off shoulder dress. She took it out and smiled.

It's the dress that Yoongi bought her. The one that she wore that time when they were supposed to meet his parents, the one that she wore when she was with her mom.

Inside the box, she pulled out another note written in a yellow paper, saying, 'You never got the chance to wear this in a proper date. Wear this, you looked like a princess last time you wore this. No— you always look like a princess. But seriously, wear this. Love you!'

She chuckled to herself and shook her head from the silliness of the guy.

"Looks like you're enjoying it."

The door revealed a person, his hand leaning onto the wall while smiling.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." She chuckled. "Why are you here, though, Jimin-ah?"

"Yoongi sent me here again," He sighed. "He wanted me to help you because he's setting something up there at the rooftop. Do you need some help?"

"Uhh no. I'm just going to change into these."

"Okay." He said. "You'd have to use the wheelchair on our way up, though. You can't overstrain yourself again, there are too much steps for you from here to the rooftop. Yoongi has a big surprise for you."

"Why do I need to not overstrain myself when I'm dying anyways?"

"Abbie-yahhhh." He frowned.

"Okay okay I'm sorry for being blunt." She chuckled. "I'm gonna go change now."

Jimin rushingly went to her and helped her to stand up and walk to the private bathroom.

"Tell me when you're done or when you need help. I'm here." He yelled.

"I can hear you, Jimin. No need to shout." She chuckled.

After a while, she came out of the comfort room wearing the dress, hair tied up into a messy bun.

Jimin looked absolutely stunned by the beauty of the girl in front of him. From her brown eyes to her plump lips, she looked really gorgeous. It was impossible for any man not to like her.

Her face was caked with slight natural make up. Since someone was waiting for her, she didn't have the time to put on so much make up. And she didn't have to because she was beautiful the way she was. It was just sad, that the beauty of hers would only be wasted, because she was leaving soon.

"Ya." She giggled. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You look gorgeous."

She raised her eyebrows and pouted her lips. "Really? Thank you." She smiled.

"Oh wait," He immediately fished out his phone when he heard a ring. He accepted the call.

"Oh hyung."

"She's done. Yeah."

"Alright. We'll be there. Mhmm. Byebye."

He ended the call put his phone back in his pocket. "Hyung said he's ready. Are you?"

She nodded and smiled. "I am."

She dragged her IV stand and sat on the wheelchair.
(A/N: I also don't know how she put her clothes on, let's just say that she's wearing the pink dress and forget about how she put her clothes on lmao sorry 😭)

"Ready?" Jimin asked.

She smiled. "Ready."

They went outside the room, with Jimin pushing her wheelchair to the elevator. "To the rooftop, please." He told the elevator assistant.

The awkward silence echoed around the small space. She sighed to let the awkwardness away. "What's going on anyways?" She asked.

"You'll see once you get there."

And just after he spoke, the elevator opened. He pushed her wheelchair gently to the hospital garden. The garden was full of lights and elegant decorations. She gasped at the sight. "Woah..." She reacted.

There were two chairs and a table in the middle. Though her energy was all drained and she felt more weak and exhausted than usual, she felt excited about what might happen. Jimin continued to push her to where she is supposed to sit. He stood her up, helping her to transfer to the prepared chair.

"Wait there." Jimin smiled.

Just then, Jimin disappeared from her sight. She fiddled her fingers together and looked at the needles stuck to her. Thoughts came rushing by. Was this supposed to be my last day? What's going to happen? Am I leaving Yoongi tonight? Questions had bombarded her mind. She never thought that this day would come, well at least before she knew about her sickness. She never imagined how she would peacefully leave, how one day, she'd disappear and be forgotten.

Because we know, one day, everything would be forgotten . . . and so will you . . . that's . . . what's really sad.
(A/N: Get the reference?? uwu i miss them ://)

Just then, she felt fingers brush through her pale cheeks, wiping the wet part of it. She looked up and saw the man that she loves the most — Min Yoongi, wearing a formal suit and a smile on his face. "Don't cry," He hushed, "I'm here. Enjoy this night. Okay?" He assuringly grinned.

"I will."

"So, Min Abbie-ssi,"

He put his hand in front of her, his palms facing upwards and his body leaning down to her, his other hand on his back.

"May I take this dance?"

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+a/n

this is such a late update i'm very very very sincerely sorry.

and also due to some reasons i had to add one more chapter. yeh

!!!and prepare for the next chapter, almost forgot to say. see y'all peeps 😉