❝If only you could have loved me back.❞
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"I love you." Hana grinned, staring at Jimin. Jimin sighed while rolling his eyes at her.
"Can't you stop this shit already? I'm not interested in you!" Her heart felt a pang but her smile didn't f...
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3| she's a piece of art that belongs to the museum.
Hana exhaled a long breath, smoothing out her dress in case it had any creases. A soft smile touched her nude matte-coated lips. Finally, she was here in her favorite café, with a lot of good books and amazing Bts pics and merch.
Her lean fingers wrapped around the metallic rusty golden handle to push the old wooden oak door.
As soon as the creaking door opened, the bell rang alerting the staff and customers who were immersed in their conversations and work. The scent of freshly baked bread and coffee hits her nostrils, churning her stomach with embarrassing sounds. She didn't have breakfast and it's all thanks to her bestie.
Her hazel orbs roamed around the cafeteria to find the elegant lady which had made her curious as hell. Hana's gaze fell on the chubby hand waving in the air. She quickly made her way toward the table her best friend was sitting on.
In hurry, she bumps into someone. Hana hastily lets out a sorry, bowing, and runs toward her best friend, not paying attention to the man she bumped into.
Jennie whistles, checking out her best friend's outfit. "Where you got this girl? Hana chuckles at her best friend's compliment, taking her seat. "I have got good taste. You know that."
Jennie nods, still admiring the white knitted oversized sweater paired with brown pants. The round glasses on her nose and the little brown strap bag. "Your outfit is matching the cafè aesthetic." She nods, gazing outside of the window. The dull greyish weather, accompanied by a lot of sad clouds was ethereal and no one can deny that.
She sighed, a sad pout molding her lips. "When will I be a part of the purple ocean? When will I meet bts? Ah! What am I thinking? I was born unlucky!" She whines internally.
