I worked as a dance tutor.
I posted flyers on the streets.
Hoping that people would come for my classes.
Your number changed.
I wonder if your feelings did too.
You were in the most popular boy band in the world now.
Bangtan was internationally famous.
BigHit no longer allowed female trainees.
I owned a small dance studio.
I always had the same two costumers.
I always hoped you'd come back to me.
But you were an idol.
And I was just a foreigner girl that you couldn't understand.
I watched you dance on screen and the young girls beside me would say,
"He's so attractive! I hope he'll notice me one day!"
I always responded with,
"I hope so too."
I miss you, Park Jimin...
Do you miss me too?
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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]
