You had a special performance,
a dance recital that you had been
preparing hard for, spending hours in the
dance studio, long after dark.
The day before you're performance,
I brought you a cake, wanting to
surprise you, to make you happy.
But when I got there,
and peeked through the double sided mirror,
I saw that you were not in fact,
as happy as you pretended to be.
Your dance instructor had you doing more push ups
then dance moves,
sneering at you, saying that you would be going nowhere
with that body.
Jimin,
was that a tear I saw, trace down your face,
disguised as sweat?
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄, park jimin ✓
Fanfiction❝WHEN ITS DARK ENOUGH YOU CAN SEE THE STARS❞
