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"True love stories never have endings."

— Richard Bach

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Dear Kim Seokjin,

My mouth was hanging open as realization of my mistake hit me.

"Seokjin . . ." was all my mouth could conjure. I couldn't even speak.

Suddenly, your eyes started to water, tears forming.

Now, I was very shocked.

'Is bad boy Kim Seokjin finally owning up to his sins?'

'Shut up, Kim Jisoo, he is probably feeling mad,' my conscience scolded.

"Seokjin . . . I'm sorry." To be honest, I didn't know what I was apologizing for. But if I saw you cry, there was no way I would allow them to come. Your tears, I mean.

You made a grab of my arm, quickly stuffed all the food into the bag, and dragged both the food and me outside, where the small tables were.

"Chichu," you whispered. I saw your first tear roll down your cheek, and in pain, I watched.

"Explain . . . your 'heart condition'."

So I began.

"I was born with congenital heart disease, which basically means that you are born with a heart defect, a hole in your heart. Anyways, the cure is to get a heart transplant, but it comes with a lot of risks and side effects, along with expenses. Then there's the rarity of getting a heart. It's really complicated, Seokjin."

Your eyes raked over my chest, where my heart is located. "Jisoo-yah, why didn't you tell me?"

I looked away. "Well, most people I tell run away from me, because they are afraid of 'getting it', even though it's not contagious. People leave me for it. You're special, and I didn't want to lose you."

It was true. I lost a friend back when I was young, due to my condition.

"Chichu-ah," you called out softly. "Don't worry. I would never leave you. I love you too much for that."

I looked up, shocked. "Y-you love me?"

You nodded softly. "Ne."

You looked at me. "But I'm scared. What if I lose you? I can't bear that."

I smiled. "There's nothing to worry about."

I could have stayed like that for the rest of my life.

Love,
𝑱𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒐 ༄