𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐟) ✓

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One boy, consumed by anger and a desire for revenge, was shifting into a new apartment today. The hate in him was burning like a volcano, fueling his every move. He wanted to get rid of them, but why was he like this? The answer remained a mystery. His face was blank all the time, like he didn't care about his surroundings. His expressions were cold, devoid of any emotion. He had already transferred all his belongings and locked his old house, handing the key over to the owner. Now, he was passing through a park, his eyes scanning the area with a mix of disinterest and curiosity.

As he strolled by the park, his gaze landed on someone, and he made a questionable face. He saw a boy, around the same age as him, crying on a bench. The boy's tears seemed to flow effortlessly, and his actions were weird, yet intriguing. Jimin approached him without saying a word, his movements quiet and calculated. He sat beside the boy, his presence calm and soothing.

The boy looked up at Jimin, then down again, his eyes welling up with tears. Jimin broke the silence, his voice gentle and kind.

Jimin: Hi?

Boy: Why are chy talking to mwe? Chu're a stranger.

Jimin thought to himself.

Jimin: (in mind) Yeah, I was right, he's little

He smiled and said.

Jimin: Yes, I'm a stranger, but we can be friends

His smile was warm and inviting.

Boy: Mumma said dovn't twalk to unknown pershons.

Jimin replied.

Jimin: Your Mumma said right, but I want to be your friend

He pouted, trying to appear cute and endearing.

The boy cutely looked at Jimin, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Boy: Oteyy

Jimin: So, my name is Jimin. Tell me why you're crying. Did Mumma scold Yoon?

Jimin's voice was soft and comforting, putting the boy at ease.

Yoon: (sadly) Yesh... how dwo chu know my name?

Yoon looked at Jimin with wide eyes, his gaze filled with wonder.

Jimin: You told me... What is your name?

Yoon: What ish chur name?

Jimin: My name is Jimin... So, tell me what you did?

Yoon explained.

Yoongi : Yoon had a cwold, but Yoon wanted iceh cream... sho Mumma scolded me. Then Yoon came here, and that'sh why I wash crying.

Jimin listened attentively, his expression empathetic.

Jimin: Aww, it's okay... tell me where you live.

Yoon cutely showed Jimin a mansion exactly in front of the park and beside Jimin's apartment. The mansion was grand and beautiful, a stark contrast to Jimin's humble abode.

Jimin: Let's go; I'm also going there.

Yoon: Really, oteyyy?

Yoon held Jimin's hand, his grip tight and trusting. Jimin felt something different; he couldn't tell Yoon's innocence, the way he was talking... he was nothing little, that's how much handsome this little was.

They walked toward the mansion, their steps in sync. Jimin's apartment was just beside it, a cozy little place that seemed to welcome Yoon with open arms. He had already shifted his stuff; his face was still blank, but the difference was he looked relaxed after talking with Yoon, holding Yoon's hand.