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              "Jimin!"                             The designer’s cheeks darkened as                             she quickly fanned herself, the feeling of                             embarrassment taking over,                “That was uncalled for!”

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              ❛ Booty test; subject: Kim Nari.                          Status: passed. ❜

Horrible… he felt just horrible, that things had to be this way, this wasn’t going to be fun. He was used to being sick, but since his brother turned  him so he wouldn’t be, he knew Yifan would be raging after he found out. His eyes were watering up from a mixture of stress and pain, he sniffled  and wiped them away as he heard Jimin’s calming voice speak out to him.

"Yeah, I remember… it was a nice day, me, you… Yifan…”

he trailed off, he really was starting to over think this whole thing. It was hurting him, his brother’s  reaction was going to break them apart.

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              ❛ Yeah, well; just keep thinking of that, okay?                   Because we're gonna have one million nice                   days ahead of us —— I promise. ❜

                                   Jimin  pressed  a  small  kiss  on  the other's  forehead,  hoping                                    it  would  comfort  his  significant  other;  but with his — their —                                    days numbered, the  sands    of   time   trickling   quickly   down                                    their  hourglasses,  a  promise   like   that   couldn't  be  kept  for                                    long.

                                    Despite   knowing  that  forever   would  end  soon  for  the  both                                     of   them,   despite   knowing   that   his   sugar   bowl  would  be                                     empty   soon   if   he   kept   coating   sugar over everything,  he                                     believed   in   a  forever — in  an  infinity  where  there  was  no                                     sickness, or death,  and  every  day  was  a  nice  day.  And,  to                                     him, infinity was possible, so as long as his heart believed in it.