There are times when you want to know the future and on the day when he finally visits, you tell him so.
        "I know," is all Taehyung says. The sad smile on your face is the result of the bittersweet knowledge that he's only there for a short time. "Hey," he says, "do you want me to read your palm?" He's always done this since you were kids and you know it's an excuse to hold your hand. You love it.
        "Sure." His smooth hand runs over yours.
        "Someone will confess their love for you soon."
        "Who?"
        He smiles. "Me."

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