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I entered the classroom

and you were there,

waiting for me, a wide

grin splitting across

your lips.

I thought you must be new,

because you did not

look at me with pity,

only with

a great excitement. 

Like I was your new 

adventure.

You asked for my name when 

I sat down, and I told you,

thinking that maybe you would have heard,

about me.

But you only blushed,

holding the back of your neck,

and apologized for asking to braid my hair.

But I told you that I did not mind.

And even though,

I thought it wasn't possible,

you grinned wider,

and said,


"Can I braid your hair again?"

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄, park jimin ✓Where stories live. Discover now