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— The first earthquake you'd been through since you'd moved to LA was a big one, but Jimin was there with you.

You had not been there even three months before you had met the sweet pink-haired boy who swept you off your feet. The diner you continuously visited seemed to be a hang out spot for him as well, and his vibrant cotton candy hair always stood out and made you curious. Finally after the glances and stares of a whole week, he walked up to you, introduced himself as Park Jimin, and made you laugh the whole night.

It was the happiest you'd been in such a long time.

It didn't take much for you to get acquainted with Jimin, as from the very beginning, you guys were more then just typical friends.

Months went by, and soon enough, Jimin proved to be worthy enough of not only just silly glances and cheesy smiles, but deep conversations and life concerns as well.

You spent nights upon nights calling each other even after you had spent the whole day together. It was like despite being labeled as a couple, you knew you were close, but not enough to clearly be labeled that.

And after a few months there was fighting. There was shouting, there was feelings shown that weren't supposed to be that of just friends.

And that's how you strayed away from him.

Both of you were scared of commitment. It was clear. So why were you both mad at the other for living as if you were single?

Clearly the no strings attached label you drew on, was written in chalk. You're feelings were as dense as an eraser, just wiping the excuse away.

And as much as you both said you weren't phased, you were.

So sitting in your apartment on the couch as the earthquake raged on, only brought you memories.

Sure they had been stored away, but you couldn't help but think of him every now and then.

He was the owner to your many firsts, and the only person you truly socialized with out in this new state.

Nonetheless, you pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind and stood up as steadily as you could.

The shaking beneath you seemed stronger than you thought it would be, and soon enough the force knocked you on your feet as things came tumbling off the refrigerator in your kitchen that was across from the family room. Books fell from their shelves and the power went off.

Now you were scared.

Things started to shake violently, and you were sure this was the strongest earthquake you've ever been through.

Your phone started to ring, and as you crept to the corner of your apartment in fear, you pulled it out of your back-pocket hurriedly, as thing collapsed and moved to different parts of the room.

You quickly answered, not seeing the caller ID.

"Hello?!" You answered in a scared manner. All you were concerned about was if the person on the receiving end could help you.

"Y-y/n." A stutter ran through the phone.

Your breath hitched.

Even during disastrous times, his voice seemed to overpower everything.

"J-Jimin? Is this you?" You continued to hear things hitting the floors as things got worse, and soon enough, something had flown and hit you in the head knocking you out cold.

You woke up a few hours later, in a strange place, nurses running everywhere, patients at every corner.

A nurse runs your way, and you are quick to ask, "Ma'm what happened?"

She quickly responds with a; "there's been a 7.0 earthquake, many people have been injured, you're in a evacuation center, if you'll excuse me." then she proceeds with her busy day.

You get off the hospital bed, making your way to the restroom, as quietly as you can.

Pulling out your phone you remember who called you last.

Jimin.

Your worry spiked up again. He didn't seem fine.

You made your way out of the bathroom, calling him multiple times, but only being sent to voicemail.

You walked quickly through the isles of people sitting down in the center and get to an excluded area, where you see it.

It.

There on the TV screen was his car.

Concrete and rocks completely covered it.

A whole building collapsed.

And as much as you didn't want to believe it, and as much as you told yourself that it can't be his car, there he was.

Being zipped up in a white bag, pink hair the last thing you see, before he was carried away like he didn't have a name.

You cried.

The casualties made it up over 200. Yet you were still here.

No home to go to.

After a few hours at the center and people trying to get you to eat, you sneak off to a quiet corner, and look through your phone. You realize you have a voicemail, and as much as that little voice is telling you to open it;

You don't.

Because you know who it's from.

So you don't.

You just wished the world could stop turning.

You just wished the sky fell.

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Park Jimin struggled to breathe as the dust filled his lungs.

He smiled at the sound of his name falling off your lips, but frowned when you hung up.

He was worried.

Worried for you.

Not even while he was under ten feet of concrete and only able to feel his arms, trapped in the middle of his car, with a metal rod through his heart, was he thinking of himself.

He was worried for you.

He tried to get his phone as close as possible to his face, and he started a voicemail.

"Hey....Y-y/n-ah......" voice shaky and cracked as he continued.

"It's been a year......"

"You know I never stopped thinking about us. And I tried my best to cut communication.....but I still have your number...he-h"

And the blood started to flow from his mouth.

He felt it fill his lungs, he did. But he continued.

"And I-and I know we weren't meant for each-other....and-and I'm okay with that...." tears filled his eyes,,, was this really how it ended?

"It's fine. I'm fine." He coughed up more blood.

"I just hope and pray that for a moment, I was your world....because you were mine."

More tears.

"But the world is ending."

He laughed through the pain.

"If it truly was, you'd come over right? Maybe stay the night?..."

"Love m-me for the hell of it..."

"All our fears would be irrelevant."

"There wouldn't be a r-reason why, we'd have t-to say goodbye........"

"And I would hold you tight......"

A whimper escaped his lips, his lifeless body going cold.

"I'm coming close to an end, sweetheart-" the saddest smile he could every show, on display as he spoke.

"But promise me your sky won't fall just because mine does.........."

"....and I don't want a goodbye....."

At this point he is sobbing.

".....so I'll see you later y-y/n..." his voice finally braking.

"d-don't forget to v-visit." He chuckled, but continued to feel his lungs cry out for help.

Suffocating he took his last breathe, cheeks stained with tears, unable to feel most of his body,

"we aren't forever, and that's fine."

and his body seized to work.

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