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Kim Seokjin ☁️

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⚠ trigger warning : suicide

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You met Jin for the first time back when you were four and he was six. It was the weekend of your mother's surgery and you were promised a two nights hospital stay to be with your mom before she goes through with it.

With a backpack filled with snacks, colour pencils and colouring books, water bottle in your left hand and your favourite plushie in your right, you skipped to your mom's ward room. It had only been a day since you last came to see her but you miss her so much nonetheless.

"Who is he?" You whispered to your dad halting your steps in the middle of the sanitizer smelling corridor

"I don't know sweetheart, why don't you go ask him yourself." Your father encouraged

"Seokjin-ah, come inside." Your mom's voice was heard from inside the room and the boy, still not noticing you, walked into the room

"Mom!" You ran past the boy to get to your mother first climbing onto the bed to give her a hug

"(Y/n), I've missed you." She gave you a kiss on the cheek before your mom looked back at the boy standing by the bed "This is Seokjin."

"Hi (y/n), nice to meet you." The taller boy waved at you, his voice clear despite wearing a face mask

"Are you sick?" You blurted out from genuine curiosity

"It's not polite to ask that (y/n)." Your dad reminded

"Sorry." You quickly apologised while twirling the fabric on your plushie with your tiny fingers

"It's okay." The boy, Seokjin, shook his head while smiling with his eyes

Before the conversation could continue, a nurse peeked into the room and called for Seokjin to take him back to the children wards. He waved goodbye to you and then he was out of sight walking away with the lady nurse.

You spent some time talking with your mom telling her all about the things you learnt and all the things that happened in school. Then, you were distracted by a picture book you were given by a nurse who came in to check your mom's blood pressure.

"He's only six years old, I really hope he'll get better." You overheard your parents talking in a whisper like voice

"What is he in for?" Your dad asked as he was popped a couple grapes into his mouth

"I think it's chronic pneumonia," Your mom replied "He seems like such a bright boy."

"New mon-ia?" You whispered to yourself obviously not knowing what the word meant

Two days later, your mom was set to go into her spinal cord surgery. Your dad teared up a little but as a child, you didn't know why and didn't think much of it. You gave your favourite plushie for your mom to borrow but she told you to hold on to it and that it would take care of you in her place.

"I love you (y/n)," Your mom looked at you with her soft eyes caressing your cheek "Take good care of yourself okay? Always remember what I told you."

Growing up, your mom would tell you every single day that you're strong, smart and you can do anything you put your mind to. She was probably referring to that in the moment.