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I did not visit you, Jimin, that day.
Instead, I visited the doctor when the cramps in my middle were becoming too much.
The tumor had spread more upon my pancreas.
Poisoning and killing everything in its path it seemed.
And yet, the doctor proposed something to me.
Do you remember that day, Doc?
You said that maybe, just maybe, I could have surgery.
I could remove the tumor.
I could remove my pancreas.
Get one from a donor that fit mine.
I could get cured.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
