I couldn't believe that a month would pass by over the times when me and Jimin would talk at that same place where we always see each other.
That one old playground around the city of Gangnam. That old rusted swing that squeaks creepily whenever I sway it.
"I've never have this before. . . I didn't know this tasted good!" He cheerfully nibbled on that cheep candy I bought. "What's this called again?"
"I don't know." I truthfully answered him.
"Oh. . . I forget to tell you!" He stopped eating for awhile before turning his gaze onto me.
"I'll be leaving." He said.
I stare at him in confusion, tilting my head on the process "Okay?"
He shook his head like I didn't get it. "I'll leave Seoul for awhile. We'll be having our world tour."
A/N: idk where this story is coming 😅
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DIFFERENT || P.JM
Storie breviit's when she noticed their differences... "He's an angel, I'm a demon."
