My stomach turned as I looked out the train window.
I was going to Korea to learn dance...
All hate thrown my way was invisible to me now.
I would be a dancer and there was nothing to stop me from doing so.
Maybe... There was someone.
That someone was you,
Park Jimin.
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Body Language || PJM ✓
RomanceThere was obviously a language barrier between them. A gigantic obstacle. She was a foreigner and he was a local. But, there was one language they both understood. Body language. (A short Jimin story) [30-100 words per chapter]
