Jimin's POV

"Go away. I don't want to see you ever again."

It's been 1 whole year since he said that. I wasn't even mad when he said that. I mean I guessed I deserved that. Judging by how he looked around me I bet I was pretty annoying. But did he really have to say THAT? Didn't he know? I guess not, after all no one can know about my secret....

Sighing, I ran my fingers through my fluffy pink hair, and Taehyung looked at me concerned.

"You okay ChimChim? Something on your mind? Wanna talk about it?"

"Oh...It's nothing TaeTae. But thanks for asking."

"Then let's go get some cakes! I saw some alien shaped ones!"

"You're really crazy about aliens.."

My name is Park Jimin. I've been abandoned by my parents when I was only a baby. Fortunately, Kim Seokjin or Jin my older adopted brother found me on the door steps of his house. Yeah, that's right. I'm adopted. So for all these years I've been grateful to him and his family.

My best fried Kim Taehyung, who currently is going crazy because of cake, has been my best friend since we were 6. I smiled at Taehyung but as I walked over to an empty table I bumped into someone.

"A-ah! M-Mianhe!"

I stammered and the person I bumped into muttered back in a fairly familiar voice.

"It's alright.."

?! Is it who I think it is?!

I looked up nervously and I knew it. It was him. Jeon Jungkook. The man that I loved for the past was standing in front of me. Flashbacks started rolling(so friggin cliche)and my eyes widen.

Why do we need to meet? Why here? Why now?

That's when I snapped and started running.

Jungkook's POV

I stared at the picture on my phone, sadly.

Park Jimin... Where are you?

I missed his crescent eye smiles.

I missed him laughing.

I missed his head on my shoulder.

But I missed when we together the most.

Hyung.... I'm so sorry for saying all those things to you.

I laughed bitterly at the apology that I was going to say if I ever saw Jimin ever again.

Yeah right. Like he's going to forgive me.

I leaned back on my chair and the employee called my name for my order. I was walking towards the counter before someone bumped into me.

"A-Ah! M-Mianhe!"

? That's.... Wait. No way! Is it really Jimin?!

"It's alright.."

I managed to say. He then looked up at me with wide eyes and I bit my tongue in surprise. His hair was a bright pink, combed to one side but messy. His plump lips were a beautiful shade of pink and his eyes were like a night sky, dark and beautiful. I wet my lips, still tasting the coppery taste of the blood.

"J-Jimin-hyung..?"

He then pushed past me and ran out of the shop. Another figure called out his name and ran after him.

Is that Tae?

I couldn't recognize him with that normal hair colour. Usually he would dye his hair every single week and it would be a colour that anyone could point out in a second.

I ignored the woman at the counter and ran after Jimin and Taehyung.

Okay Jungkook. When you reach him you must apologize first. Don't screw up pabo!

I ran and ran until I saw Taehyung comforting Jimin by wrapping his arms around him. He then lifted Jimin by his chin.

No way... Is Taehyung going to..?

I wanted to yell to stop them but my mouth wouldn't open. I couldn't bear to watch the sunshine of my life be taken away but I couldn't stop him.

I wanted to cry and scream. But Jimin didn't deserve me. He deserves someone better. Someone like Taehyung. Something wet trickled down my cheek as I looked up at the sky. After that a few more tears slid down. I plop down on a bench with my face buried into my hands.

"H-Hyung... Why?"

Jimin's POV

I cried. I don't know why but I started crying as soon as I ran out of the café. Taehyung shouted my name but I continued to run. He then caught up to me and grabbed my wrist.

"J-Jimin...*pant* *pant* Calm down. It's fine."

He said as he was catching his breath. I couldn't stop crying so Taehyung pulled me into a warm embrace and stroked my back.

"It's fine Jimin. No one's going to hurt you."

I just sobbed even harder and Taehyung spoke gently.

"Jimin-hyung look at me."

I looked up and he gently took my chin between his index and thumb. Taehyung did have striking features but he still wasn't my type. (Sorry Tae but u heard da man) I felt someone's gaze on us and realized that Taehyung was just trying to scare him off. The eyes then left us and Taehyung let me go.

"Taehyung how could you not catch up to me? Your getting old.."

"Yah! Don't call me old you old geezer!"

"Hey! The only one you can call old geezer is Yoongi-hyung!"

"Yeah? What about me?"

Taehyung and I stopped arguing as saw Yoongi standing there with his black hair and blue highlights. He scowled and eyed the both of us.

"You aren't calling me old geezer, right?"

He asked suspiciously and Taehyung stammered.

"O-Of course not hyung! We're just talking about how your solos sound, right Jimin-hyung?"

"Y-Yeah!"

Yoongi snorted and walked off. Taehyung and I both let out a relived sigh. My phone let out a sound and I checked it.

"Ah. I got a mail."

I read the mail and my heart almost stopped beating.

Unkown I.D:
You have 2 weeks to live. Make the most out of it. Also if you talk to Jeon Jungkook then I'll kill you myself.