We 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.
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I couldn't bear it anymore.
The next day I'd be going under for the transplant.
I needed to see you.
If you were with the girl, then, well screw you.
I was ready to drag you away.
I slipped on the hoodie and then found myself in a plane.
I tripped and fell in someone's lap.
That someone was you.
Some passengers around us appeared shocked as they didn't see where I came from.
You, as well, had to take five full seconds before you registered it really was me.
And then you pulled me into the empty seat beside you.
"Don't say anything until I say something first, Jimin," I warned and you obediently clicked your mouth shut. I took a deep breath. "I'm going under tomorrow, for surgery. Transplant, actually. I don't know when I'll see you again. At the moment, I don't know if I want to see you."
You didn't say anything. You just gazed steadily at me as you absorbed the news.
I couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Say something, now," I said, hitting your shoulder.
