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it felt like someone was drilling into his head, to find whatever hidden treasures he hid in there. he wanted to tell them that there was nothing but sadness and more sadness. in fact, the more you dig, the sadder the things you find. but he had to wait for a moment before even attempting to speak — the vertigo that clasped around his head was really, really bad. 

park jimin opened his eyes.

first thing he noticed was the pressure against the side of his head. so it wasn't drilling, it was someone clamping a cloth against his scalp. and that someone was a girl. all he caught was a glimpse of her face before he drifted back into unconsciousness. 

he couldn't even register what she looked like. 

what he did remember was snuggling deeper into her palms. felt the slight hesitation in her movements as he did that, but the hand stayed there, and gradually, jimin felt fingers that ran through his messy brown locks gently. 

it made him feel happy — the kind of happy he hadn't felt for years.