DIFFERENT || P.JM

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He was Park Jimin, an angel.

I was just me. I'm a demon. If I touch him, he would've break.

He's that angel who sings beautiful songs on stage, while I'm here the person that most of the people around the earth hates.

"Hi, we met before..." It wasn't a statement, more like he asked that.

He doesn't remember me? "No. I don't think we met before." I told him.

"Ah~! Don't do that!" He looked away. "I easily get shy when people stare at my eyes."

I fondly giggled at his statement. He was so cute and nice.

So pure.

Am I even allowed to like this person?

Am I even welcomed to their fandom?