a bit of angst but whatever. also _bwiimin_ my dms are not working rn and I can only see ur message and can't reply so yes! I can write you a request, all you have to do is give me the details as a comment on my first chapter! Thank you for understanding. Ok, storytime.

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A gunshot right through your chest doesn't hurt as much as you thought it would. What does hurt, however, is Jimin cradling you to his chest and crying.

"I'm s-s-sorry. They said they'd be h-h-here soon. Ok, Y/N, just hold on."

He strokes your hair as the men that shot you grab the things they need and run out of your house. You weakly push Jimin's chest, pointing in their direction. He pulls your arms down, putting both your hands under his as he applies pressure to your wound.

You let him despite knowing that you've lost a lot of blood. You can't comeback from this.

The reality of it hits you when your breathing gets shallower and your sight begins to blur. You're dying before you ever had the chance to live.

You move your hand out from under his and press it to his cheek. He looks down at you, sniffling as silent tears roll down his cheeks. You wipe them away, smiling painfully at him.

"Jimin."

His eyes widen a little while yours begin to close.

"I love you." Your last breath lingers on the last word as your hand falls from his cheek, head rolling to the side. He shakes your shoulders, whispering 'no' under his breath. His hands cover his mouth as he lets out heart wrenching sobs over the loss of the girl he's loved since first grade.

It hurts even more to know that you loved him too.

He leans forward and rests his head against your once beating heart and smiles.

"I love you too, Y/N."