The Question

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THE CONCERT WAS FUCKING AMAZING

YOONGI SAID " THIS WAS SO LIT "

BITCH YES I STAN A  K I N G


As I walked into therapy group room once again, I saw him. I saw him standing in the back of the room. My legs began to move towards him but I was called by the therapist.

"Yoongi! I'm glad you're coming back to group again." He said.

I walked over to him, turning my attention away from the boy in the back. "Yeah... I decided since I might die soon why not." I laughed nervously, wanting to take back my sentence because it was stupid.

"You won't die soon, Yoongi. I believe in you. You've fought this cancer since a young age and I think that's very strong of you. You'll definitely make it much longer." He smiled a warm smile that was supposed to be reassuring, but I didn't feel it.

"I have a question, actually." I started to walk further from this mystery boy, the therapist man following with me.

"What is it?"

I leaned in and whispered, "who's that guy in the back?" I flicked a quick glance at him, the therapists eyes following mine. He looked back at me with another smile.

"That's Ms. Park's grandson, Jimin." He said.

"Jimin..." He repeated in his head, the name making him have tingling feelings. It was a cute name for such a perfect looking boy. "There's one thing my mom can't find out about me.. she can't know I'm pansexual."

"Grab a seat, we'll be starting soon." He told the brunette and walked away to grab his things. Yoongi smiled as he stole another glance at Jimin.

"I really should talk to him." He nodded as he spoke aloud to himself, sitting in his usual seat in the small circle.

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