He looked around and ran frantically. "Pick up the pace—she's probably still waiting! We may miss her—" he paused as he was at the corner. He walked over the the stage and stood on top of it. He bent down and picked up a small envelope. "What does it say?"
He looked closely at the envelope. On the front in a nice, organized font was Jimin. "It's addressed to me..." he opened it and unfolded the tri-fold slip of paper. It was brimmed with a 'Da-Eun's Drinks!' advertisement. In her handwriting he read a pair of words he would take to his grave.
Just then, one of the others snatched it out of his hands and began to read it. "What? This is what we came here for?" Another read it. "Really? That's all? What a bummer..."
All the while the male just stood there in the pale darkness.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Wait, are you cr—"
He wiped his face. His other friend patted him on the back. "It's okay, let it all out."
"No,
"I made a promise to her."
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BTS Short Story: Don't Cry
Fanfiction(Your POV) (Sad) (BTS) A point that's unattainable. A place that's unimaginable. An event I believed was impossible. Everything comes to an end. Just don't cry when it does.
