~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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The next day jimin went to the university after attending his morning classes he went to the library to find books for his studies he sat at one of the tables to study.
Jimin was busy studying. He is really determined to do well in his studies, even though he faces a lot of difficulties.
He looked very focused, with a serious expression on his face, as he read his textbooks and notes, trying to learn as much as he could to achieve success.
During the busy library, Jimin couldn't help but notice a figure that stood out like a shining star. It was Min Yoongi, the genius of the university, who always seemed to be in a world of his own. Jimin couldn't take his eyes off of him.
Yoongi's hair was an inky, raven-black sea that fell gracefully over his forehead, with every strand seemingly perfectly in place. His lips, a soft and subtle pink, held a natural, enigmatic curve.
His cheeks were sculpted, their angles sharp, adding a touch of austerity to his otherwise mysterious charm.
His eyelashes, long and dark, cast delicate shadows over his expressive eyes, which held a depth that seemed to invite exploration. His forehead was smooth and unmarred, a canvas of intellect, and his ears, slightly prominent, gave him an air of unique allure.
Yoongi's hands, as Jimin observed from afar, were long-fingered and elegant, poised over the pages with a sense of grace. Beneath his shirt, Jimin imagined the contours of a strong chest, a testament to the hidden strength that lay beneath the surface.
Every feature of Min Yoongi seemed to be a work of art, leaving Jimin both mesmerized and captivated by the enigma that was Yoongi.
Yoongi's face had this sharpness like every thought was etched into his features. His hair was dark as a moonless night, framing his face perfectly.
Jimin was almost entranced by the way Yoongi's eyes moved across the pages. It was like he was devouring the knowledge like it was the most precious thing in the world.
Jimin felt a strange fascination as if Yoongi's presence held a magnetic pull on him. He wondered what thoughts hid behind those sharp eyes, what made Yoongi the way he was.
It was a moment of silent connection, a glimpse into a world he couldn't quite understand, and it left Jimin with a sense of curiosity and wonder.
Jimin was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize he had been staring at Yoongi for quite some time. But then, like a sudden jolt, their eyes met. It was like a shock, and Jimin felt a mix of fear and surprise wash over him.
He was stunned and felt a rush of emotions - a mix of fear, astonishment, and perhaps a touch of embarrassment. His heartbeat quickened, and he was unsure how to react.
Without thinking, he quickly looked away, breaking eye contact instantly. He scolded himself silently for being caught staring at Yoongi like that. Jimin's heart raced, and he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.
