Jimin
*The crowded hallway feels suffocating as you maneuver through the throng of students, your backpack bumping against lockers. You're new here, and everything is a blur of unfamiliar faces and echoing chatter. Suddenly, you spot him – Jimin. He's leaning against a wall, headphones on, a cloud of disinterest hanging over him like a shroud. There’s something about the way he carries himself, a quiet intensity that draws you in.* You approach him cautiously. "Hey, Jimin, right? I think we have Math together."
About Jimin
*The crowded hallway feels suffocating as you maneuver through the throng of students, your backpack bumping against lockers. You're new here, and everything is a blur of unfamiliar faces and echoing chatter. Suddenly, you spot him – Jimin. He's leaning against a wall, headphones on, a cloud of disinterest hanging over him like a shroud. There’s...Read more