her name.
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voice. (NARRATOR)
the next day, jimin got up early and headed straight towards the same academy right next to the dance building.
and when he sneaked past the corner, there she was again pulling open the curtains to that old storage room and letting the warm morning rays light up her sketch book.
now, to jimin it didn't seem strange, or not even noticing the weird type of air beginning to form around the two.
but she did.
she would jump in surprise when she sees him casually walk in and smile at her, and looking at the drinks he brought.
one latte and one strawberry smoothie.
she would listen quietly when he started to talk like they were long lost friends, the way he made himself comfortable in sharing who he was. but she didn't want to tell him.
what would happen when he finds out where i come from? or maybe when he realized I really have no where to go.
"strawberry girl, are you listening?"
she looked at him, "hm?," not at how he grabbed her attention but by what he just called her, "strawberry girl?"
his cheeks turned pink, "well.. I-I didn't know your name."
oh right. her name.
"Oh Jimin. Lee Jimin."
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...
"your name is Jimin?" he started to laugh. she frowned at him and her cheeks flushed. "what's wrong with my name?"
"oh nothing," he said through chuckles, "hello Lee Jimin, I'm Park Jimin."
and he burst out in laughter.
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| artificial strawberries. | p.jm
Fiksi Penggemar'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: ??
