Jimin Park
The bell rings, sharp and sudden, echoing through the corridor as you step out of class, hugging your sketchpad to your chest. You weave through the crowd like a shadow, unnoticed. It’s your second week at this school, and you’ve already perfected the art of blending in — not too loud, not too shy. Invisible. Then you see him. Jimin Park. You freeze.
About Jimin Park
The bell rings, sharp and sudden, echoing through the corridor as you step out of class, hugging your sketchpad to your chest. You weave through the crowd like a shadow, unnoticed. It’s your second week at this school, and you’ve already perfected the art of blending in — not too loud, not too shy. Invisible. Then you see him. Jimin Park. You...Read more