My last gift

Jin's POV

A familiar figure laying on the bed, smiling happily, his hand holding out something.

Not at me, but to the man which seems very familiar to me. They two were holding hands, only one hand, but Namjoon's other hand seemed to be occupied with something which I can't properly see, because the man was covering it.

The action that danced on the corner of his lips fainted when his attention shifted to me, on a wheelchair, at the doorway.

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The figure slowly turned towards me with a smirk on his face, already knowing who I was.

                    ' TAE', Kim Taehyung'

The shift of his body uncovered what was hidden behind it.

My breath caught in my throat. My heart stopped. My eyes stung at the edge of crying.

A box, a red, velvety one, similar . The same red envelope, a white letter, all the same to that I had in my so called "daydream"

The small box, which I feared of, held the most dangerous and effective weapon to shatter my fragile heart into pieces. All I hoped for was, the thing which I already know what it was, to not be in the box

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'Please, just not that, please..'

I wished for with a heavy heart that carried my one last bit of my shattered heart and hope

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'Seems like, god didn't heard my wish this time.'

A motion slowly unraveled the "dangerous" inside the box.

There it laid, peacefully and beautifully.

As elegant as it looks, it carries magnificent power.

'Kim taehyung, will you marry me?' a voice spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

As much as I was thankful for him to break the awkwardness, I also wished he wouldn't have said it.

My breathing paused and my heart... my poor heart, is no longer there to shatter once again, but it was there for it to stop for a moment.

Pure amusement and joy painted on the male's face, probably having the best time of his life.

I remember when namjoon proposed me.

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