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- Jimin -

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- Jimin -

"So. Does it work?" Kai asked.

"Ani. It's useless. She just sees everything as a normal thing."

I said those words in a lifeless way. Like my energy ran out of my soul.

"What will you do now?" He asked.

I gasped at him.

"You're the one who says that I should slowly show my feelings to her and now you're asking me?"

"It's not like that. I'm just saying that you should do things quickly." He scratched the back of his head.

This things make me thing if I am doing things right.

I said before that I will not confess no matter what happened.

But now, like the weight in my chest won't leave me if I have something to feel for her.

And the problem is it will not probably work. I closed my eyes and breath in and out.

"What to do...?"

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"Guys, did you heard of it? The chairman has found his daughter." I look at the model.

We are at the staff lounge and preparing out things. And the models are talking about the chairman.

"You mean, his daughter that has been lost." The one model asked.

"Maja." He answered.

After I done stuffing my things ready to go home because this day is tiring.

We shoot all day. Doing poses all day and wearing different clothes all day.

It's hard to always change you know.

But good thing, we will have a sleepover at Rosè's house.

So now, I just have to go to her home.

I walk out of the building and I decided just to walk. This is a good exercise too though.

"Omo! Is that Park Jimin?" I heard one of the woman said.

"Ne. He's the handsome guy in the magazine right?" The other woman said.

"Yeah, he's Mr. Mochi Cheeks."

Shoot. They recognize me? But I didn't have a news that I'm this famous though.

Wow, I'm have so many self confident.

I walk faster and put a cap on so the people won't notice this man walking with a cap.

What a relief that Rosè's house is not that far away from my work.

I walk and walk all the way through her house.

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