"Jungkookie, you should not mourning about me again." He chuckled darkly.

I grabbed Jimin's hands tightly. Jimin grabbed back. His hands are cold - cold as if he has no blood.

"I cannot. I love you, Jimin-hyung. Very very much."

I lifted my head, looking at Jimin's calm face. Pale, but full of calmness.

He held my head with his hands.

"Kookie-ah, promise with me. Whatever happen, I don't want you to give up. I always adviced you, giving up only for loser. And who is loser now ?"

I nodded understanding. "I will try."

"I don't want you try." Jimin wiped my tears. "I want you giving your best." He continued.