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We woke up on the dance floor.
Together.
You traced small designs around the transplant area, my bare skin on my stomach. It was red and speckled.
Moonlight poured in from the window onto the dance room.
I finally sat up, preventing you from touching my stomach any longer. I pulled down the hoodie to cover my upper body.
"Does it hurt, baby?" You asked gently.
"Yes," I said, briefly touching the transplant area. "But not when you touch it."
You pulled me down again to kiss me.
I put my hands on your chest to make you pause. "I don't know how many days I have left," I told him quietly. "The doctor is uncertain as well."
You ran a hand down my cheek. "It'll be okay, baby."
"I want to find you," I said firmly. "I don't want to keep visiting you with only this hoodie."
You nodded.
And then you told me where you lived.
Fate is cruel, isn't it?
We'd been played till the very end by Fate.
Just when we thought we could together, Fate wrenched us apart.
I'm getting ahead of myself.
Tell me, Park Jimin, if we could relive and redo one day, which would you have chosen?
I would've chosen Day 14.
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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.
