S.L | pjm √

t w o

Jimin POV

Today, I went to the hospital that you are in and search for you everywhere but you are no where in sight. I sighed again after having myself to ask people around for help.

I went to the information counter to ask for your room number but they ended up talking about something else. I wait for them to finish talking about the serious matter before I ask the room number.

But at the end, I endes up getting a different information. I heard that your cancer is getting worse than yesterday and you may not survive the disease. To tell you, I wanted to cry there and then but I couldn't. I don't want you to know the news yet. I don't want you to see me crying.

The nurse keep gossiping about your condition and some of the patients past by also ask about you. You must be famous here huh?

I decided to break the nurse's conversation and ask for your room number instead and I finally know.

552. The number that give me bad memories yet happy.

I rush towards the room. My legs are killing me but that is not my biggest concern at the moment. All I could think of is not being able to see you before you disappear.

My eyes then met the number. I exhale a huge amount of air before pushing the door open. There you stood. Pale skin, dry lips, and one precious weak smile. All of that seems to be stuck in my mind forever. You look bad but still beautiful in my eyes.

"oh hi shorty, how did you find me?" you giggle but I know you are hurting more.

I wanted to laugh beside you but i couldn't find myself doing it. My eyes shows a sense of worry and you look at me with raised eyebrows.

"why do you look at me like that? Cheer up! We still able to see the stars this night right?" you said.

I hesitated to tell you the truth. One of the truth that could even hurt you more than it hurt me. Maybe, just maybe we can't see it anymore. What will happen then?

"seori, I love you and I hope you won't forget that," I confess and pull you in my arms.

Your body feel warm. It gives me comfort as if it is trying to say that everything is going to be alright. Nothing is wrong, as long as you stay beside me.

You smile.

"me too shorty, me too," you chuckles and hug me tighter.

We stay like this for a couple of minutes before you collapse in my arms and your whole body weakening.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you my star,"