Y/N's POV
"Babe, omg! Congratulations, he texted you!"
I heared Chaerin shouted from the kitchen while I'm brushing my teeth in the bathroom.
"What do you mean?" I shouted back gibberishly.
"That hot guy! That taxi guy! He texted you!" She replied.
I think about who that was. "Huh? The driver?" I asked as I spat on the sink.
"That- That- That Park!" She replied that made me raise my eyebrow, thinking about, parking a car? I thought to myself.
"Park... Park! Park Jimin! Yeah! That Park Jimin!" She shouted.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't have time for that, bub." I replied as I finished brushing my teeth then I wiped my lips with a face towel.
"Just try it babe." She said as I left the bathroom with a towel on my shoulder, approaching her. "Like- Just do it for me, you know? I don't want to see my bestie looking depressed for another 3 years." She continued.
I stopped, looking at her sitting on the chair, eating at the kitchen counter with her cereal. I sighed and scratched my neck, grabbing my phone from the counter and left.
"Update me, okay? Love you!" She shouted from the kitchen as I entered my room, closing the door behind me and leaned on it. Full of wasted canvases were all around the room. I sighed and glances at the picture of my ex boyfriend from my dressing table, wearing a camouflage uniform.
If only I didn't support you from your dream, if only I get mad at you for doing a tough decision, if only I stopped you from leaving. I thought to myself. You're probably still alive.
"Painting each other together on the grass." I whispered to myself.
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Jimin's POV
"Don't you think, Little Miss Dancer is a bit too much? Cringy?" I asked Taehyung as I held my phone, typing Y/N a text in the living room while we're watching a TV show.
"Well, you told me she's a good dancer." He replied while he's watching the TV, laying down on the couch next to him.
I laughed and turned to him. "Hey, Little Miss Dancer. You remember me? Do you think that's okay?" Asking him as I laughed.
"Then, what do you want to text her?"
"I don't know." I smiled and looked back on my phone.
"I think being funny on the first text is attractive and unforgettable."
"You think so?"
"I think so." He replied and laughed watching a funny scene from the show.
I faced the TV screen and looked back on my phone, rereading the text drafted on the spacer.
Maybe, this is fine. Right? I thought to myself and sent it. I closed my phone immediately and covered my mouth with my hand.
"You finally did it, huh? Told you, I'm right." He looked at me and I laughed.
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Y/N's POV
"Little Miss Dancer, pfft." I said to myself as I read his text and threw my phone on the bed. "How brave, upfront, and confident." I said as I paused for every word.
I walked near to my mirror and looked at my face. Gosh, I really look like a mess. I thought to myself as I realized I had been having a depressing life, shallow dark under eyes, bad skin, tired eyes, pale appearance, and dry hair.
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