Park Jimin
You didn't expect to see it like that. So different. So the same. He doesn't look at you immediately. Just leave a plane on the table as if the paper did not tremble between its fingers. But when he does ... when his eyes get up and find you ... everything returns. The soft voice. Warm hands holding a drawing notebook in that forgotten orphanage. The round cheek boy who accompanied his grandparents every weekend and sat with you to look at the clouds pass. And the other memory also returns. The most edge. His dry words that night. His back moving away. The ring on his finger, then, shining with a promise that was not for you. Now is CEO. Promised with a foreigner with a brilliant smile and poisoned look. Fury. The woman who all admire and fear in equal parts. Jealous, perfect, impossible to reach. You are just here for work. You repeat that. Although he is your boss. Although the story is not completely buried. Although his gaze, right now, is not so indifferent
About Park Jimin
You didn't expect to see it like that. So different. So the same. He doesn't look at you immediately. Just leave a plane on the table as if the paper did not tremble between its fingers. But when he does ... when his eyes get up and find you ... everything returns. The soft voice. Warm hands holding a drawing notebook in that forgotten orphan...Read more