"so, i have to adjust to this makeup style?" i say as jimin nods.
"bu–" i say.
"no whining! do you want friends? you could have a fresh new start in south korea and make new friends." jimin says.
"won't i leave them, anyways?" i say.
"make the trip worth it." jimin says.
"when will i learn the actual language?" i say.
"after you learn the culture." jimin says.
"ugh, what else do i have to do?" i say.
"learn choreography." jimin says.
"i have to learn choreography now?" i say as jimin nods his head.
"let's learn "pick me" by produce 101." jimin says.
"here we go." i say, annoyed.
i carefully follow jimin's step and i accidentally fall on his stomach. i slowly stand up and adjust myself.
"be careful, ayeong." jimin says.
"ayeong?" i say.
"yes, ayeong." i say.
"call me y/n, we're in america." i say.
"you have to get used to it." jimin says.
but i want you say my name. i want you to say my name. oh how, it rolls off your tongue so easily. but now, it's all about this stupid korean name. _______________________________
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