Cotton Candy Boy | Jimin ✓

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I couldn't speak, the lump in my throat growing thick with each passing second.

"Jimin? You okay, son?" My father's gravely voice could be heard through the phone, echoing in the cafe.

I shook my head.

"No, dad. I'm not okay."

"What happened?"

The concern in my father's voice was the last straw and I couldn't control the tears that fell down my cheeks.

"I can't live without her, dad."

The fear that I had lost her forever was clawing at my chest, pressing hard on my ribs. The pain felt like my ribs were being pressed on by thousand bricks.

Was love really supposed to hurt that much?