The ones who discriminate the most, are the people who decorate themselves with pretty words.
"We're here to help you. Soon, it will all pass, and you can sleep well again."
Just how many lies like that, were told to me? After all, the same people who pretend to be basked in righteousness, also rejects the touch of a filthy beggar.
Some people just want to seem like they're helping you, only to reap the benefits for themselves - giving their hearts some ease from presumably saving others out of their misery.
But everyday at 4pm when I tested death, there was one who never failed to cease the pain, even for a little while.
His name was Park Jimin.
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FanfictionEveryday when the hour hand strikes 4, I tested death. The one who saves me each time, undoubtly, was Jimin.
