Gazing at the moonlit sky, the boy thought about her. The way her voice melodically rung in his head. The way she kissed his soft, peach lips. The way she hugged him tight when he was sad. She was the only one who was keeping him alive. Jimin had to see her.
As soon as Jimin had arrived, he knocked on the pure white quartz door, attached to a four tiered house. The house was also white, and pink lilies decorated the exterior.
A lady answered the door, her jet-black hair swaying as she did so. The lady glared at Jimin. ''Who are you and what do you want?'' ''Hello. I'm Jimin, Y/N's boyfriend. I was wondering if she is available?'' ''Stay away from her! Creep!'' Jimin was utterly confused and decided to ignore it.
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Broken || Jimin x Reader || Short|| Completed
أدب الهواةSo she smiled, even if she was now broken.
