Jimin did not want to have friends, he did not need something like that if it will go away as he had experienced. He better not do anything instead of having to feel tired and sad. He did not want to be hurt again. "Good evening," Says a young man with handsome and smart look, wearing a shirt that sleeves rolled up to the elbows, neatly tied tie and formal trousers. "I'm Kim Taehyung, has just moved across your door." Copyright © dopescout, 2016All Rights Reserved