You told me about your co-worker asking you out. I was so afraid to hear your answer, though back then I didn't know why it mattered so much to me. You told me she was pretty, and a part of me broke. But then you continued saying she wasn't your type and that you already have an ideal type of person whom you want to be with. I was stupid enough to ask you what your ideal type was.

And you, Jeon Jungkook, you told me I was your ideal type. You cheesy little fucker. You made me blush and teased me about it the entire day.

Jungkook felt warm. Reading these notes gave him a sense of warmth and encouragement. He wanted to remember everything as soon as he could. One note per day seemed a little too less. Jungkook wanted to read all the notes in one day.

"Were we happy together?" Jungkook asked Taehyung, hands fiddling with the blue sheets on his bed.

"More than happy," Taehyung smiled. "You guys were goals to all of us. Still are."

Jungkook grinned, bunny teeth showing and eyes crinkling up. Jimin stood outside, watching him smile, his heart racing at all the memories of that beautiful blinding smile. He leaned against the wall and rubbed his face. Jimin hated hospitals, even more so now that Jungkook was in there with IV tubes sticking out of his arm. Jimin still remembered clearly, the sight of an unconscious Jungkook and the pungent smell of his blood piercing through his nose. He had lost his sanity that day, cried until he ran out of tears, and stayed numb and emotionless until Jungkook woke up from his two months of coma; only to find out the boy did not remember him.

"I love you," Jimin said, twisting the silver ring on his ring finger.