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Park Jimin

Me and Seola talked about everything she felt one night. I can't help but feel bad. She doesn't deserve this treatment.

I knocked on her door. Tonight is the night, it's already prom.

The door opened and it revealed Seola's mother. "Oh, Jimin! You're here, let me just call on Seola." I nodded in reply and bowed. I looked down while waiting.

I heard heels, so my head shot up and saw her. She was undeniably stunning.

As she was walking down the stairs, I noticed how she changed her look. She cut her shoulder-length, the color is now dyed ash blonde, it was also curly.

Her glasses. It was gone, she already wore contacts. I smiled at her as she arrived in front of me.

"Have the time of your life!" Her father shouted as he closed the door. "Hey. She greeted and smiled.

She removed her braces, and I can agree that she was gorgeous.

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