The smell of strong coffee and nicotine filled Jeonggukâs nose as he scribble down what he feels, just like what his therapist Namjoon suggested. Itâll help him, the older said. But Jeonggukâs way of coping is far more complicated. He dropped his notebook and grabbed his phone instead. For the 48th time today, he dialed Jiminâs telephone number and waited for an answer. Noâ he never wanted someone to answer those calls unless itâs Jimin. So he settled for the voicemail that would just make his heart thump with happiness and hurt at the same time. And everytime he hears that beep and Jiminâs cheery voice, he would break down and remember everything all over again.
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Or when Jeongguk calls Jiminâs telephone everyday since the day he died just to hear his voice again.
