i am troubled.
so i went to the rooftop,
but she was there,
and little did she know
she was the reason
why i felt this way.
she would flash me a smile
as i sat down next to her.
i've been seeing that a lot lately,
i wonder what made her that way,
whatever it was,
it looked nice on her.
"Jimin,"
the way she said my name.
when other people say it
it sounded,
i don't know
different?
but when it came out of her mouth,
it sent chills down my spine.
not the chills that people have when they are scared,
but the chills when something's new
and you think you just might like it.
i love her?
no.
that word, love i've heard it before. that word she said to me while putting her arms around another man, laughing and interlocking her lips with that same person. how can four letters be used in this kind of way, to lure someone into a trap and torture them in the process?
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rooftop {p.jm}
Short Storyif I hadn't wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled you back that night would we even be friends?
