moving on | m.y + p.j

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Bleached white clouds layed against vast shades of blue and purple, the soft, comforting puffs of wind blowing through strands of his hair, the moon shinnering its faint light upon the scenery. The muffled sound of music playing through his earphones. Eyes like sweet chocolate, a caramel mix with specks of gold. His hair was the colour of fallen leaves browned, the bark of an oak tree reflecting autumn. Stands of light chestnut brown, slightly tanned skin and plump rosy lips. His name is Park Jimin

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