Days went by.
You and I kept meeting up after practices.
We tried talking in each other's language.
"You okay?" You asked me.
I nodded.
I spoke slowly to you in English,
"What did the girl say?"
You sighed and searched your brain for answers.
He grabbed my hand and pressed it to your heart.
"Bad," you said.
I understood.
We were a bad idea.
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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]
