Dear Seokjin,
"Are you here to see my son? I didn't know we were expecting visitors,"
I looked over. I didn't know who this lady was. But then I looked at her.
She has your eyes.
Or no. You have hers. Correction.
She looked tired. "I am, actually. I'm Jimin,"
Now she looked confused. "Jimin, huh?"
She said my name like it was never supposed to leave her mouth in the first place.
"Jimin... I think it's best you come back another day. Today's not the right time,"
"Well, when can I visit?"
She smiled weakly. "We're not sure yet. I'd like to give you an answer but for now... We'll see you another time, okay?"
"But pl-"
"Please."
What's up with you, Seokjin?
What's with the mystery?
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Letters From A Purple Shoebox | JinMin
FanfictionJimin never shared his feelings to other people- instead, he'd scribble them down on little pieces of scrap paper that he hid in his purple shoebox. When he realises that he can't keep hiding his feelings for any longer, he finally gets the courage...
