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His name stumbled out of my tongue so naturally that I was kind of surprised by the shocked expression he had on.
"What? Don't you know my name?", I asked cockily, trying to play it off as if I wasn't some creepy dude who- just about -stalked him because of his impressive, 22 year old status.
"No. Am I supposed to?", He asked, a sense of caution laced into his voice as he looked down to me.
"I- um... I guess not, huh. Well, while we're at it; my name is Kim Namjoon. Nice to meet you, Park Jimin.", I slithered, biting my lips in nervousness only moments after. His gaze on me seemed to soften as he crouched down, careful not to stumble, and brought his hand out to me, his hands no longer on his hips. He was wearing white leathered gloves, they were perfectly tailored and fit to his skin. As I looked at the material, my right hand chasing onto it, a rich aura filled the air around him.
He seemed like an old soul. His knit, cream turtle neck, gloves, spectacles, black blazer and his black dress shoes- as well as expensive his pants- only confirmed my thoughts. I shook his hand, a soft grin settling itself on both our faces. Unfortunately, though, this moment didn't last long as we remembered our situation, the alarm going off louder than before. He sighed to himself as he returned to his previous position, with his legs stood up and his hands on his hips, his head lawled back as a long groan left his very plump lips.
Jimin seemed like a nice dude for the most part, he was really handsome too. But I just- I can't seem to remember what people had said about him. Some rumor about him being gay? Or was it a homophobe? Germaphobe? I don't even know anymore. Welp, I guess I'll just have to find out myself.
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Elevator Music √ minjoon √
Fanfiction"H-Hi there..." "Hi." Germaphobe, Park Jimin, hates elevator rides. It's too bad he met the love of his life on one. --- Started: October 2nd, 2018 Ended: December 29th, 2019
