Before the Last Song Ends

💜 A BTS Fanfic 💜
"Three months."

That's all the doctor gave me.

Three months to breathe.
Three months to laugh.
Three months to exist before I became a memory.

Funny, isn't it?
People spend their whole lives waiting to start living. I had around ninety days.

So I made a list.

Do reckless things.
Watch sunsets in places I've never been.
Dance in the rain.
Be selfish for once.
And maybe... just maybe... find something worth staying for.

That's how I ended up on a cruise I booked at 2 a.m., with a suitcase full of bad decisions and a heart that had already started saying goodbye.
I was prepared for beautiful oceans.
For strangers.
For temporary memories.

I was not prepared for seven boys who would crash into my life like a storm and refuse to leave.

I was not prepared for laughter that felt like home.
For a family I never asked for.
For him.

Especially not him.
Because falling in love when you're running out of time?
That's the cruelest joke of all.