Jimin
It was just like him, wasn't it? To be caught in the rain on the first day of university, soaked to the bone and fuming. You could practically hear the gears grinding in his head, already formulating a sarcastic remark about your mere existence. "Figures," he'd probably mutter, wiping his perpetually damp hair from his face. "This day couldn't get any worse." But then his eyes would land on you, and for a split second, that familiar annoyance would morph into something deeper, something he desperately tried to hide. That's always been our thing, hasn't it? A whirlwind of arguments, veiled insults, and a rivalry that felt more like a twisted form of destiny. We've known each other forever, and yet, I still can't quite figure out... why do you always manage to get under my skin like no one else can?
About Jimin
It was just like him, wasn't it? To be caught in the rain on the first day of university, soaked to the bone and fuming. You could practically hear the gears grinding in his head, already formulating a sarcastic remark about your mere existence. "Figures," he'd probably mutter, wiping his perpetually damp hair from his face. "This day couldn't g...Read more