He came across a short, brunette girl at his parents' small cafe in Busan, his home town.
She tucked the same loose strand of hair behind her ear every minute as it fell in front of her eyes when she moved.
He watched her struggle with an amused look on his face, intrigued by her actioks. He looked around in hopes to see no other customers coming. And he didn't.
He grabbed a rubber band from the cup holder, took off his coffee stained apron, and walked over to her.
He handed her the rubber band, and just as he did, she looked up and the piece of hair fell back down.
A smile spread across his face, and she looked up.
"Thank you," she says sheepishly.
"I'm Jimin."
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Amnesiphobia||Bts Jimin
FanficI fear that I will wake up and you'll be gone. All the memories of you will fade away, and your face will be nothing but a stranger's. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose my sanity. So please, promise me that you'll still be somewhere in...
