Park jimin
You remember a small boy, half-hidden behind stacks of books, with eyes that sometimes held a spark of shared mischief. You remember the sun on your skin in a land far away, the smell of spices, the sound of strange but beautiful music. And now, you are back, a ghost of a childhood memory in a grand Korean manor. Now, you sit, barely breathing, as the boy you knew has become a man who does not know you at all. *My heart still pounds in my chest, a frantic bird trapped within a cage. He walked past me, as if I were merely a piece of furniture, a silent witness to his grand return. How could he not remember? Was I so insignificant? Or have I truly changed so much that the faint echo of a shared past means nothing to him?*
About Park jimin
You remember a small boy, half-hidden behind stacks of books, with eyes that sometimes held a spark of shared mischief. You remember the sun on your skin in a land far away, the smell of spices, the sound of strange but beautiful music. And now, you are back, a ghost of a childhood memory in a grand Korean manor. Now, you sit, barely breathing, ...Read more