Dear Jimin,
We had a talent show today, for school.
You know, I sang the song we used to sing all the time.
Sweet Night.
We used to harmonize with it all the time. Now it's just me and my high pitched voice. It feels so incomplete. I'm used to you being there, and smiling at me, as we finish, but I ended up turning to my side and seeing an empty space.
A space once filled with your mic stand, and angelic voice.
A space once filled with the boy whom I loved, and still do love.
I closed my eyes and imagined you there, cheering me on and holding my hand.
Beaming at me till your eyes were nowhere to be seen.I was brought back to the sad reality by claps, forced claps.
I guess like the song says, we were really ships in the night. The song has already become a part of me. Your little habit wherein whenever we sang it, you'd hold my hand signalling the start.
I waited for you to do your little habit, until I realized, you were no longer here, to do your little actions that made my heart skip a beat.
Joy looked at me with sad eyes.
Remember her?
She wasn't in our group but we were still good friends.
In 8th grade, she moved here too.
So she's been with us ever since.
She knew of my little crush on you back then.
How?
She wanted to borrow my "spell book." (It was merch from a show.)
And I let her, completely forgetting I used that as my diary in the other few pages.
She read it, with her seatmate, Shin Hyo-seob (or as his nickname goes, Crush).The boy we all shipped her with.
I once heard you ask her: "You like Crush don't you?" I didn't hear her answer.
But now, apparently she did back then. Although I have a feeling she still has a thing for him.
I shipped them so hard back then, and lowkey still do.
Do you still ship them?
Are you still friends with Hyo-seob?
Did he ever tell you my secret?Those are questions I'll never get answers to.
Though, here's two questions for you, even if I know there's no way you'll answer it.
Did you ever notice my feelings towards you?
Did you ever feel the same way?
Oh how I wish you did......
Because Park Jimin, I'm crazy for you.
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