stalker.
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boy (JIMIN.)
even three days later, jimin couldnt seem to shake the little strawberry girl out of his head. no matter how hard he tried to focus on dance, his thoughts seemed to always come back around to the sweet petite girl from the café.
with a little bit of a tired slump to his walk, he headed towards the dance academy early morning, just before anyone would arrive.
on his way, he always passed the art building before reaching the fancy academy. usually, he wouldn't even think about glancing towards the building, but today was different.
jimin walked down the side walk, following the pebbled concrete above his shoes. he was just walking past the art building in front of the doors until, a streak of black hair and pastel clothing ran past him with a gust of wind.
now, that catched jimin's eye. he looked up at the abrupt movement and stopped in shock. there, strawberry girl was turning around hurriedly to apologize to other university students walking the same path he had been, holding tightly onto her bag.
shes an art student? he thought, looking back at the dance studio for a second in contemplation.
...
then he followed her inside.
he tried to make himself seem regular, just
another student on his way to class.
why is she going in the empty hall? jimin thought, this is kinda creepy.. i should turn back.
but instead of listening to his conscience, he continued on and found himself hiding as he saw her take a bobby pin from her hair, releasing her bangs, and taking the pin to unlock a door to a room that seemed to be empty.
she looked towards jimin, making him snap his head back behind the hallway.
he looked back when she was gone and then proceeded to sneak closer towards the room.
strawberry girl, what are you doing? she opens the curtains to the old, stuffed art room and he notices the cute little smile emitted from her pink lips as the rising morning light rays stream delicately into the room.
jimin can feel the smile creeping onto his own face, but just happens to step forward a little only to trip against the wall and instinctively places his hand on the half-open door. In which, he pushes the door into the room and stumbles in with it.
"Fu--."
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| artificial strawberries. | p.jm
Fanfiction'the way she looked, acted, and talked reminded him of strawberry icecream. sweet and pink, pleasant on his tongue, even though it was artificial and fake.' lowercase intended. started: 6/5/18 ended: ??
