To: jungkook.jeon97@gmail.com
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Dear Jeongguk,
It's 11:11.
When there's not much time left in the day,
When we used to make wishes,
When we used to laugh at the littlest things,
When we used to talk about dreams,
and futures,
and promises.
It's 11:11,
and I wish I could forget about you.
From,
Kim Taehyung
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email received: August 9, 2018
sent by @kim.th1230@gmail.com
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The performance has ended.
Cheers and screams erupted in the crowd. It was no doubt that Bangtan Sonyeondan was rising from the dirt. After four years, their hard work has paid off.
Amidst the loud background, one lone man can be seen standing at the edge of the stage.
One tear fell off.
And another one.
And another one.
Before the performance, Jeongguk checked his email to see if Taehyung sent another one again.
And without fail, he did.
He shouldn't have--not before the performance, at least.
Jeongguk not only regretted that he read the email, but also the fact that he chose his dreams
over the man he always dream.
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N O T E ;
this chapter is inspired by Taeyeon - 11:11, check it out in the multimedia :)