Matt was standing in front of his frat house, holding a bag of groceries. His hand on the doorknob, his phone started to ring. Matt picked up his phone, the ring seemed to call out more rapid and urgent. "Hellllo?" 
             "Matt where are you?" It was Jay, sounding way too flustered for Matt's taste.
             "Hello to you too," he says sarcastically. "What's wrong?" Matt asks him.
             "Where are you, man?!" He asks him again. Annoyed at Jay"s punctuality, Matt set down his grocery bag to open the door.
             "About to open the door. What's wrong with you?"
             "Matt, stop. Don't open it. Rian planted something in your house. I know it. Just stay away from there, okay?"
Matt's body tensed up, hearing his brother's name, the one he was so close with at one point.
           "Rian. He wouldn't want to hurt me, would he?"
           "Aish. Matt, not this again. Just go stand by your car. We'll be over there as soon as we can!"
Before Matt could ask 'what do you mean 'not this again'?' Jay had hung up. What the hell is going on?
But he obeyed Jay's words and went to stand by his car anyway.
          'Hm, what's that noise,' Matt thought to himself. It was a ticking noise that wasn't supposed to be happening. It was a new car for god's sake. He set the grocery bag down once more near the car and got into it and put the key into the ignition and turned it. The ticking turned into a trickling. 'What the hell,' Matt looked at dashboard, trying to figure out what was wrong with his car when it hit him like brick. 
He jumped out of the car, wishing he'd grab the bag of foods because as soon as he was on the other side of the street the car had burst into flames. The leather seats were engulfed in flames. Oh, the beautiful leather. "I paid extra for that," Matt says to himself, his hands grabbing fistfuls of hair.
Jay and detectives were at the scene not too long later.
         "Damn! You could've died," he gawked at Matt. "You shouldn't have went to your car."
         "Yeah, this is what happens when I listen to you, Jay," Matt says.
         "Funny," Jay says. 
The two men stood there after detectives questions Matt, watching the fire trucks put the car out. Matt sighed, feeling disappointed at the fact that he'd have to go grocery shopping again and that his car was destroyed. No food and no picking up chicks tonight. Silence laced with moments of understanding both the Korean and Vietnamese man knew. This would be Rian's last little game that he would ever play. He was sitting in a prison cell, waiting to hear his fate. Jay hoped he'll never see the light of day again, after what he did to his own sister, to his lover.
       "Is Kimmie okay?" Matt asked the singer, as if he knew he was thinking about her.
       "She's doing great." Jay says.
       "Hey, I know how you're feeling, man. Kimmie's a fighter. She'll be fine."
       "I know," Jay says. But this made him even angrier, the fact that Rian gave her AIDS and that AIDS can't be cured. If he could, he would've killed Rian with his own hands. 
And to be quite honest, he knew Kimmie would be gone one day. He can't deny himself that knowledge. He doesn't know when and where, but he will be there with her everyday they both breathe.

Jay's PoV-  2 years later: a week before Kimmie's graduation

I plopped down by Kimmie, who was sitting with her legs criss-crossed on the sofa. She told me how she loved its black and white color. Classy, is how she described it."Hey babe," I kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled sweetly at me, making my heart hurt a lil. But the feeling quickly washed away when I felt the little box bury into my thigh.
           "Hi."
           "Do you want to go out to eat? Let's celebtate," I kissed her neck, breathing in that sweet scent of hers. Smells like rain. I loved it.
           "I'm tired, babe," she tells me, putting down her notebook. "How about you cook for me? It'd be ten times better than eating out."
          "Aish, don't lie," I chuckled. Homemade would probably be better than eating out, you know. It might not be as fancy, but it's more romantic."Hey, what are you writing?" I eyed her notebook, her messy handwriting scribbled all over the page.
          "Oh, nothing. Part of my graduation speech," she tells me, a secretive look on her beautiful face. Damn, it's been two years together, but she still takes my breath away. Cheesy huh? But it was true. "Hey, are you going to cook or wait till I die from starvation?" I laugh.
         "Fine," I gave her a kiss on her nose, getting up and making sure the box in my pocket isn't too obvious. I doubt that Kimmie'd notice though. Her attention span is that of a goldfish.
About an hour later, much to my surprise there was edible looking food on the table. Kimmie was thrilled. She stood there in a little polka dot dress, staring at the rice, fried pork, and kimchee. That's the most fancy I can cook.
        "This looks great!" She grins at me, her nose crinkling.
        "You look great," I say, making her blush.
        "You don't look too bad yourself," she says shyly, eyeing my button down I had changed into.
       "I never look bad!"
       "Sure." She rolls her eyes. "Let's eat. I'm starving."
We begun to eat and I watched her, infatuated at the way she stuffed with rice and with more rice before she even swallowed.
       "Yah, what are you stating at?"
       "What, I can't stare?"
       "It's creepy," she swallowed.
       "No, it's romantic," I say.
       "You think so?" She asks me.
       "You eat like a pig," I .
       "Hey! I would leave you if it wasn't for all this food," she tells me, a silly smile on her gorgeous lips.
      "No wouldn't. You can never leave me," I say. , why did I say that. She goes quiet, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. That she'll be gone one day and that she will leave me. 
I won't let that happen. I got up and got down on one knee, reaching into my pocket for the lil box.
      "Are you being foreal." Kimmie"s eyes got wide.
      "Shush, don't ruin it," I show her the box and open it. "Kimberly Nguyen. Will you marry me?"
She doesn't say anything for a few seconds and I can feel my blood rush past my ears.
     "You know I won't be here forever, Jay." She says it almost as if she believes she'll be gone tomorrow.
     "You'll be here for a very long time though," I tell her.
     "I'll leave you one day," she says again.
     "So let's be together now."
     "We can never have ," she tries again. Wow, this isn't conventional. Don't people usually say yes as soon as they get asked?
     "I don't care. I love you, Kimmie. And that's all that matters. Will you marry me?" I ask her again.
She has tears in those big brown eyes of hers.
    "You love me that much?"
I nod, starting to feel tears in my eyes. "Hey, promise me you won't cry."
    "Cry?"
    "Yes. Don't cry because of me."
I nod, blinking those tears away.
And then she nodded and murmured a 'yes'. Before she could blink, I had my arms around her, pulled in a tight embrace. If I could, I would never ever let go.

The next morning

"Kimmie," I whisper, smiling sleepily. She doesn't stir. God, she even sleeps like a pig. "Wake upppp."
             Her long eyelashes were touching her cheeks. She's so damn beautiful. I touch her cheeks and pulled my hand back quickly when I felt that they were stone cold. No. Nonononono. "Kimmie, wake up. Hey," I sat up in bed, patting her cheek gently. "Kimmie, don't do this to me."
           I pulled her into my lap, her limbs limp and her head rolled around. I felt the tears coming out, like a stream. I broke the promise. I'm crying because of her. I'm crying for her. "Kimmie! Wake up! You can't leave me," I began to cry harder. 
I plant my lips on her, but they were cold and stiff. No, she was supposed to be here for another 50 years. We were supposed to grow old and gray together, with hundreds of little adopted kids running around. I cried into her neck, that faint smell of hers stilled lingered. The smell before rain.

At the graduation

Nichkhun, Wooyoung, Junho, Chansung, Taec, and Junsu were all here with me. The seven of us, one again.
Taec and Junsu sat on either side of me, dabbing their eyes with tissues. My eyes were dried. I had promised I wouldn't cry anymore. 
I could hear hundreds of sniffles and choked sobs as Matt delivered Kimmie's speech she had wrote months in advanced. Even he was crying while reading it.
      " 'There were times where I became frustated with myself. I would ask myself 'where am I going in life?' But then I figured it out. I'll go where ever I go. It doesn't matter, as long as I have my family, my boyfriend, and my friends with me. Because they are the reason I am here today. I also realized that life is like a math equation. It may be hard, but there's always an answer, you just got to find it...’ "
        I felt as though I had lost my answer. She was my answer after all. At the end of the speech, Kimmie's parents came up to me and each of them gave me a hug, Me clung on to me.
"Oh, Jay," she cried, wailing into my chest. She pulled back and handed me an envelope with my name written in that messy scribble I could recognize anywhere.

Dear Jay,
If you're reading this I'm probably gone or you're snooping again lol. Yah, I don't want you to cry because of me. I can hear you in the kitchen making kimchee and rice. I told you this is much better than going out to eat expensive food somewhere. It’s better because you made it with yourself. And I love anything that’s yours and I love you. I love the music you write, I love your voice, I love your tattoos. I love your laugh, your smile. Am I being too punctual? I am aren’t I? This is why I major in math and not language composition :b I feel so tired today. So I thought I’d write you. I’ll be gone soon. I can feel it. I’m sorry for having to leave you. Physically, I’ll be gone. But I’ll always be with you, as cheesy as that sounds. Keep writing music, keep making music, and move on, okay? Don’t suffer because of me. I want you to be happy. Forgive Rian, even if you hate him with every fiber of your being. You can’t get forget until you forgive.

I’ll be okay. I’m worried about you though, Jay Park.

Move on, but please don’t forget me. Whenever it rains and you’re in a café, I hope that that will remind you of me, because I’ve always thought that that was our little thing. Rain and coffee. You know, the Seattle smell. The smell before rain.

I’ll love you forever

            Kimmie <3

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Hi guys :) so I finally updated and I'm feeling sentimental lol. This is the last chapter. Sorry i ended this so abruptly! School got in the way and the Jay Park obession kinda slipped away lol. I still love him tho! His new mixtape is crazaaaay. you're embedded in my head so get embedded in my bed

looool he is the master of writing provactive lyrics. Lmao such a turn on like damn. 

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