❝Never say goodbye. Instead, say I'll see you again. Soon.❞
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Park Jimin

Park Jimin wondered if he could accidentally stab himself with a pencil, and somehow just stay admitted in the hospital till their final concert.

But obviously, he can't.

And he won't.
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Jimin nervously paced the interiors of their dorms, chewing at his cuticles.

He anxiously looked up at the wall clock, and wondered if he still had time to back out.

'They will be here in a couple of minutes,' he thought nervously.

Park Jimin had absolutely no idea what on earth was he doing. And how was he doing to do it.

In short, he was seriously not prepared.

He mentally congratulated himself on being a complete mess, both inside and out.

Just then the front door snapped open, and the rest of them stepped inside, chatting and laughing happily.

It was as if every negative thing that he ever thought of, had spontaneously combusted

There is nothing in this whole world that could brighten Jimin's entire existence, other than seeing his friends smile.

And at that moment, he internally swore to himself, that no matter what, he was always going to protect those smiles. Their happiness.

And his world.
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"Sheesh, you guys are early," Jimin said sarcastically.

"Taehyung got lost. Again," Yoongi said, rolling his eyes.

"I am surprised," Jimin said, laughing at Taehyung's feeble attempts of justifying himself.

"So Jimin," Namjoon prompted.

"Yeah, I know," he said, as slipped out of the room.
He was back again, with a small cardboard box in his hands.

He silently stared at the box in his hands, before quietly sitting on the floor in front of them.

[♡]

"In three days, we will disband," he began flatly. "In three days, Bangtan will be over. In three days, BTS will be over. We should be over too."

He paused.
"But I don't want us to be," he said, his voice slightly wobbly.

"We have made many memories. Memories. Fragile little things that could be easily forgotten. Or broken, in Namjoon hyung's case."

He gently opened the box.
"I am not telling you guys about all the things we learned. I am not telling you guys about the obstacles we overcame. I am not telling you guys about all the victories we shared. Because we did those as BTS."

He handed all of them a necklace, which had a tiny piece of a heart, at the end of it.
"But I can tell you guys something. That we made many beautiful memories as brothers. We became better human beings with each other. We fought. We cried. Together. Because we are seven different bodies, but one soul and one heart."

He was sobbing hard now.
"The road for BTS may end now. But guys, ours won't. I won't let it. Remember, you never walk alone. Where ever we are, we are always one. You are never alone. Unless of course, six of us died. This is not the end guys. This is not the end. Remember. Just remember."

He smiled a watery smile.
"Will you guys promsie to remember? Pinky promise?"

And that night, some serious promises were made.

Remembrance. Perhaps the most beautiful gift ever.
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[A/N]:

Aditi_Ratnam idk man. I think this chapter thoroughly sucked.

It did, right?