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She patiently awaits his call. It's dark in her room, but the streetlight shines through the blinds, providing some light to see.
Her phone rests against her chest, which rises and falls softly with her breathing.
The call comes around eleven, startling her. She hadn't even realised she'd fallen asleep. She fumbles with it before answering, her voice quiet. "Jimin?"
"Victoria, hi," he says, and her heart flutters; she loves his voice. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, she whispers, playing with a stray thread hanging from her shirt, "I just... miss you. How are you? How's your brother?"
"He's okay... I'm... okay..."
He sounds uncertain.
"Have you been eating?" She asks. "Are you taking care of yourself?"
"I'm doing what I can. Are you? Please say yes."
"Yes. I am."
It's quiet for a while. Jimin finally speaks again.
"I wish you could be here with me."
"I wish I could too. What's it like there?"
"Busan is busy. All the time. It's beautiful though."
