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As I sit here beside Jimin, I can't help but feel a bittersweet mix of emotions swirling within me.

It's both painful and beautiful, knowing that our time together is limited and that our love story will have a tragically short chapter.

But I refuse to let sadness consume our remaining moments. Instead, I want to cherish every second we have left.

Jimin holds my hand tightly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. I can see the pain etched across her face, a reflection of the agony I know she feels deep within her heart. However, I kno̴w she's strong, stronger than I co̸u̸ld ever be.

She accepted my fate without hesitation, without resistance. She vowed to make every second count, to make our love story a te̴stament to the power of love even in the face of impending loss.

"How can I be sure that you're okay?"

While watching random clips on the internet on our bed, Jimin only smiled and lay her head on my shoulder.

"Ever since I found out about your outbreak, you know I've been overthinking a lot. It was much worst than what I once was. Secretly, I even tried asking Boa, Heejin, Yizhuo, and Aeri about other ways to evade it. I was desperate. Losing you would be the worst trauma I could ever experience. But—"

She paused, closed her eyes, and held my hand firmly.

"I don't want to become a player. I want to become a player. Baby, I thought about it multiple times. We all hold in our hearts conflicting feelings, each back to back. And so, we live our days. This is one of them, and we can't do anything about it but simply accept what fate has to offer."

"So... you just really accepted it?"

"What?" Jimin opened her eyes, a playful smirk on her face. "Do you want me to cry about it all day?"

"Absolutely not."

"Hmm, I thought so... Don't blame me if I suddenly become a player though! I'm going to find a way just like that other you."

"...It's going to be like hell. I don't recommend it."

"So what?"

"So what?" I repeated, "You- Argh, you know what. I just don't think I can win against you."

Jimin chuckled as she snatched the iPad from my other hand to place on the nightstand. She snuggled closer, giving me the warmest cuddle. In instances like this, I would alw̴a̴y̷s end up slipping away from my poker face and smile.

"Let's stay like this for a while."

Returning the embrace, I kissed my gorgeous girlfriend on the forehead. "Gladly."

We spent our morning later wandering through the city, hand in hand, soaking in the beauty of the world around us.

The vibrant colors of the flowers, the warmth of the sun on our skin, the sound of laughter in the air— every little detail becomes magnified as if the universe is granting us a final gift.

Jimin takes photographs, capturing these moments of fleeting happiness. She wants to hold onto them forever, to have tangible me̶m̷o̴r̷ies of our time together.

After lunch, we cuddle on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. Jimin reads me stories, her voice a soothing melody that helps me forget if only for a moment, the reality of our situation.

We laugh, we cry, and we make promises to each other. Promises to love and cherish each other, even beyond the boundaries of life and death.

Come to think of it... it's a bit d̷i̸s̸a̶p̸p̴o̶i̴nting knowing I won't be here to witness her debut. And when I'm gone, would they even remember who I am? I never really thought about that before.

There are times when the weight of our impen̸ding farewell becomes too much to bear. In those moments, I see the pain in Jimin's eyes, and I want to erase it all, to make her smile again.

However, I know I can't change t̵h̵e̴ course of this stupid cu̸r̷s̴e̸. So, we hold each other tighter, seeking solace in the warmth of our embrace.

When each minute passes by, I can feel my time slipping away. Each breath becomes more precious, every heartbeat a reminder of the fleeting nature of life.

And yet, I forbid to let despair overtake me. Rather, I focused on the love that s̸u̶r̷r̷o̵u̶n̵d̴s̵ ̶u̵s̶, the love that has brought us together in this beautiful but heart-wrenching moment.

As Jimin and I strolled hand in hand through the park on a beautiful sunny afternoon, the sound of children's laughter suddenly reached our ears.

Jimin, being the one who likes children, pulled me with her and followed the sound. We discovered a group of kids gleefully playing with bubbles. Their laughter was contagious.

"Random thought."

"Mhm?"

"Do you think the system can change you physically to do certain things?"

"Certain things-" My eyebrows raised instantly, "What were you thinking about?"

"If we were just two college dorks." Jimin smiled at me mischievously, "Would you have wanted kids? Cause you look like someone who'd be gentle with them."