Jimin gave up fighting for his life a long time ago. He had accepted his death and wished it could approach sooner perhaps even by his own hands but the day he met a boy with bright red hair and with a blue string wrapped around his finger it was like his world shifted under his feet.
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"What's fine? You held it in for so long and I know you're silently crying"
"When you feel like this again, please . . . Don't leave yourself for too long. You're destroying yourself. And I can't bear to see you breaking"