I stare at the faded blue ceiling. I didn't know what to think. 'Park Jimin... Park Jimin.. Jimin...' I seem to know it but I can't pinpoint it. I keep staring at the ceiling until I heard a knock at the door.
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nostalgic | vmin
Fiksi Penggemar'How nostalgic...' I thought to myself. The wind's smell reminds me of when I met him. My crush. Who is beautiful, cheerful, and kind. When he smiles, my stomach becomes a field full of butterflies. When our eyes meet, I freeze. As if I was paralyze...
