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Dear diary:

We formally introduced ourselves in a cafe not long after.
You told me Jungkook was a pretty name that suited me, and I could only return the same complement to you with a smile.

You said your name was Taehyung, and I still hear that name in my dreams.

It was later when you lifted your arm to scratch your neck that I noticed a similar word from so long ago, etched onto the inside of your wrist. Only this time it the word Thursday that was written upon your skin.
I smiled to myself knowing you hadn't changed.

You saw me looking and I instantly looked away, but then you laughed and told me once again, that you simply liked to keep track of the days.

I had never felt so happy as I did that day.

Your name was Taehyung.
And that one simple reveal had made me burst with joy.

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