it stopped raining
and i was already planning on how
to give back your umbrella.
should i just hand it to you?
or
should i talk then give it to you?
i was looking at the staircase;
waiting for the laughter
and the conversations
i look back at the umbrella
wondering why you did that.
though we never talk.
then i heard
the laughter
and the voices of your friends.
they stopped talking
as i looked
and they looked at you instead.
jimin.
i stood up;
your umbrella in hand
and you and your friends were just looking at me
tapping
and nudging you
but you didn't look at me.
i took a deep breath
and tapped your shoulder.
you slightly jumped
and your friends did the same;
my hands started to sweat
but i silently handed back your umbrella anyway.
you bowed
and scratched the back of your head.
and your friends;
they looked at the both of us
with four wide eyes.
and the friend that i was with on the train;
the one with the mole
on his nose
started smirking
and i dipped my face deeper
in my scarf.
you took your umbrella
and told me your name
"i'm jimin."
even though i knew.
you extended your hand,
and i extended my short one
and we shook our hands.
i felt electricity run through my whole body.
how about yours?
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did i kill u
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i. public transportation
Fanfictionin which both of them see each other every morning and afternoon in the train. • first book of the transportation series. • a park jimin book #109 and #204 for the tag "pjm"