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My dad came.
I heard someone ring the doorbell and had gone down to see who it was.
My mom had been at work.
When I opened the door, my dad stood on the doorstep.
He looked almost the same: brown cropped hair, dark stubble on his chin, hazel eyes.
"Hey," was all he said.
"Hi," I replied.
"H-how are you doing?" He stammered.
It was too much.
I slammed the door in his face.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
