dear yoongi,
third and last day. tae came to my house to see how i was doing.
yeah. absurd, isn't it?
he's so...selfless. it should have been the other way, he's the one who was hurt, and i'm to blame. yet he wanted to see how i was doing.
and i was honest with him, i told him about the lasting nausea but it was pretty much gone today, i just didn't wanna go to school. and then he asked me how my heart was doing.
he's so silly.
well, no i shouldn't say that. i know exactly what he meant.
i told him it was about the same. but a little better since he stopped by.
miss you more every single day, yoongi.
love,
jimin
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Fanfictioncontinuation of "letters from jimin" (which must be read first otherwise this won't make sense)
