The days when no technology existed, love was written on letters, eyes were met, hands were frequently intertwined and romance was real.
Going back to 1988 when distance separated two fated people letters and emails coexisted binding the lovers tog...
"I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you."
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"Jimin, tell me it's not true." Jin is stunned. Eyes wide open at the beautiful–no–heavenly-brain wrecking view before him.
The sun is striking, and the water is shining like diamonds. And amidst them is Rosé, posing with her arms crossed above her head. Her blonde hair swayed in the wind. A sage green dress. It gave a fairy-of-forest aura. It has transparent frills along the sleeves and on the lower part of the dress. The neck and shoulders uncovered. Little flowers decorated with leaves tied a tiara above her head.
It's not even about the way she looks, it's the way she's having that look in her eyes that expresses how confident she is. She is fully aware that she is hitting every shot perfectly. That every being should be grateful to have every second of her.
Oh, Jin is having goosebumps.
"It's true," Jimin lights up the conversation back again, "We know each other."
Yoongi whoops his head at Jimin, "That's it?" Jimin tilts his chin, eyes now at Yoongi, who is wearing a Hawaii red top on coconut shorts. "What do you mean?"
He points at Rosé and then at Jimin. "You two aren't a thing?" To his question, all Jimin could do was shake his head, his eyes on Rose, who wasn't aware of his arrival. "It's complicated."
Hobi takes the front. He studies. His humming only deepened. "Does she not want a relationship because she's a public figure and her fans might leave her? Is it something like this?"
"No, it's not like that." The scenery is beautiful and Jimin is only admiring her. "I just think I don't think I deserve her." He managed to spill that in front of his friends, only to have them look at him in disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Namjoon has spoken up, "come again?"
Jimin looks away, brushes fingers through his hair, and mumbles, "She's too good for me. I don't think I'm right for her."
It's like everyone's feet have been swept off the ground. They're comprehending what nonsense he was speaking. Can't believe Jimin had such kind of thoughts going on in his head. It was ridiculous. Utterly pathetic.
If Jimin even glanced at a random girl on a street, you'd see that girl tripping on her feet and still blushing. He was that kind of handsome man. Now, what has become of him?
"CUT!" Everyone's attention is now on the shooting crew, who finally got done with the shots. "Good work!" Everyone is clapping and Rose receives a sweater to cover herself. Surrounding her, everyone praised her for her flawless shots without any extra effort.
It's a resort in Busan. The sun is setting. Music playing softly in the background. Few foreigners here and there. There are not many people. They were glad they even got to book the place and the rooms in such a short period. All thanks to Jimin and Taehyung.
