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xix. Diary

"It fell down," she mumbled and pointed to the shelf as Seokjin carefully took it out of her hands.

"It's my dad's diary," he furrowed his eyebrows, his words almost coming out as a question. He folded it open, flipping through the pages as his eyebrows stitched together in focus.

Luna watched as his eyes seem to have caught something, because he stayed on a page, quickly reading through it.

"What was your father's name?" he asked, still skimming through the entry.

"Song Jae-Hyun," she answered, Seokjin looking up at her in response.

"His name's here," he stated, causing Luna's eyes to widen in response. Seokjin looked back at the diary, clearing his throat as he began to read the entry. "I'm not sure if this entry will still be written in this journal as I speak; Jae-hyun and I have decided to give up. I am unsure of how many days we've repeated that cursed day, and we don't want to do it anymore," he furrowed his eyebrows. "Without knowing our fate, we accept it and give up playing this vicious and cruel game."

"G-Give up?" Luna furrowed her eyebrows at him in utter confusion. "Give what up? Repeated what day?" she swallowed. "What's the date in the entry?"

"It was ten years ago," he replied, the gears in his head turning as he looked away, heavily in thought. "Luna... What happened to your father?"

"M-My mother said he passed away from a heart attack, but she chose not to have a funeral," she said, voice shaky. "I never saw his body."

"My father got into an accident... I never saw him either," Seokjin mumbled before turning around to walk into his bedroom. Luna followed him, a worried look on her face.

"Do you think..." Seokjin wondered out loud as he looked up at the board. "They did this too?"

"My father had a group of friends too," Luna stated as she pieced it together in her head. The group of people in the picture with him and Seokjin's father were the ones they had to save.

Just like Luna and Seokjin, their fathers went through this vicious cycle.

"They had to save them, but they failed..." she furrowed her eyebrows. "And they're gone now..." her voice trailed off as she sat onto the bed, head solemnly turned to the floor.

Is that going to happen to us if we don't do it?

"Luna, don't think like that, okay?" Seokjin reprimanded as she sat next to him. "We're meant to do this. We've been connected for ten years," he held up the diary. "Just because they failed doesn't mean we will."

The girl sighed as she slowly nodded, agreeing with Seokjin. They had come so far, and this was no time to lose hope.

Luna had fell asleep that night in Seokjin's bed, his hand caressing her hair as he read the rest of his late father's diary.

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MAY 20

Luna woke up the next morning from the obnoxious sound of Seokjin's doorbell ringing repeatedly, echoing through the house.

She grumbled, shifting on the bed until she felt a weight on her legs. She lifted her head up to see Seokjin, sound asleep as his cheek pressed against her blanketed thigh.