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二十七

"Hyung~" he lovingly called.

"Good morning," I responded. "Good morning, Taehyung," he cooed back.

I looked over to him before noticing his head was set on my lap. His face was tucked into my shirt and our fingers were laced.

"Jimin! You need to get back on the bed, it's dangerous~"

He pouted and obeyed.

My heart was pounding, pounding so hard. His mouth was so plump, so pink, so cute, I wanted to kiss it again.

I could ask him to see his face right here, right now, and he would do so. But I wasn't ready. And what if I made him uncomfortable?

I remembered past events and looked down. It was 9 AM. I spent the night in Jimin's hospital room.

I ignored Jungkook.

I argued with Jungkook.

"Jimin, do you remember Jungkook?" I asked, rubbing his hand with my thumb as I held it.

Jimin sticked with resting his head on my shoulder, and I was fine with that.

"Of course, hyung~" he cooed in his cute voice.

"Jimin, I'm not your hyung, why have you always been calling me hyung?"

He giggled. "I don't know. I want to call you this. Because you're cute. And you seem way older than me."

I laughed at his response. Then I kissed him again.

I knew I caught him off guard, as he gasped. But he quickly gave in the kiss.

"Jimin, you're so cute,"

I saw him blush.

I resisted the urge to push his bangs out of his face.

"I'm really not-"

"Yes you are. You're adorable, Jimin."

I wanted to add a phrase. A small phrase. A three-word-long phrase. But I held my tongue, as I was scared he wouldn't feel the same way.

He put his head back on my shoulder.

"What did you want to tell me about Jungkook?"

I froze and showed off a smile. I didn't want him to think our kiss meant nothing.

Did our kiss mean anything?

"We're kind of... dating."

I held his hand tighter, as I felt like he was going to let go.

But he didn't.

"R-Really?" he said, tone slightly shaky.

I could sense his sadness, his disappointment. And it hurt. It hurt so much.

"But... Jimin," I began.

He looked down.

"You're... You're the one I love."

Silence. Dead silence.

I couldn't figure out if the room was actually silent, or if my brain blocked out the noise.

It felt like silence, though.

Followed by small sobs.

I looked over to Jimin.

I made him cry.

I stuttered, looking for something to say. I messed up.

"I- Jimin, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so straightforward, I'm-"

My heart beat quicker and I panicked internally. I made a mistake. A bad mistake.

He wiped away his tears and rested his head in my chest.

"I–I– I l-love y-you t-too, y-you i-idio-ot," He hiccuped through his cries.

Fireworks. Explosions. Happiness.

My heart was beating so quickly I figured it wasn't even there anymore.

Jimin looked up to me, and I did it.

I ever so slightly pushed his bangs away,

And there he was.

His full face.

I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, his shiny windows.

The windows of the soul.

He blushed. "T-Taehyung..."

I wiped away the tears on his cheek with my thumb. They kept coming down, but I didn't stop wiping them away. Until he stopped crying.

"Jimin,"

He looked up to me and our gazes finally met.

We kept eye contact for what seemed like hours. And I loved it.

I put my hand on his cheek.

"You're beautiful, Jimin," I whispered.

And hell, he was. His cute eyes formed into crescent moons when he smiled, and they matched perfectly with the rest of his face.

"I'm not, I'm sorry, Taehyung-"

"Jimin. You are beautiful."

"N-No-"

I pressed my lips against his, and he kissed me back, holding both of my hands. His lips were so soft, so beautiful, like the rest of his face.

And his hands, oh, don't even get me started on his hands.

They're so much smaller than mine, and they're so soft, and I love holding them. Our hands fit perfectly together, they look like they belong together.

Jimin seems to be getting better, physically. His cheeks are less hollow.

But I know he has bad lung cancer and I can't do anything about that. I can't heal him in any way, all I can do is love him and hope for the best.

I wish cancer had a cure.

"W-Why aren't you in love with Jungkook? I- I don't get it, he's so much better than me, and most importantly, he doesn't have bad cancer," he quickly said, face becoming red.

"Jimin. I love you. And only you. And I will love you. No matter what disease you have. No matter what. I love you, Jimin."

He blushed and his already red eyes brimmed up with happy tears.

He kissed me. For the first time, he kissed me. And it felt so good.

I held his hands again. He laced our fingers and I held tighter.

I swore there were fireworks around us. It was so perfect. Everything felt so good.

We were limited. So physically limited.

I realized tomorrow was prom and my heart was jumping around in my chest for so many different reasons.

I realized we weren't kissing anymore.

We were making out.

It was so gentle, I couldn't even notice. It was so much fun, so different from Jungkook's kisses.

I ran my fingers through his hair.

I heard something behind me, but neither of us bothered to turn around.

Until I heard something.

"T-T-Taehyung?!"

"...Jungkook?"