The person for whom I fell was a...ghost?
A spirit?
What if he was bad?
What if he had bad intensions?
Those were the things roaming in my mind the whole day.
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The Seatmate || Park Jimin
FanfictionBeing seatmates with a silent kid is sometimes good or sometimes bad. He would smile, laugh, and giggle but never really said a single word. I would speak the whole time but instead of him saying anything, he just passed a note with words written to...
