Chapter 2- Unexpected meeting with Jimin (Jenmin)

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The color of my heart is black
It was burnt to black, just like that
I break glass whenever I feel like
And I look at my bloody hands and think, why am I like this?

The color of my heart is blackIt was burnt to black, just like thatI break glass whenever I feel likeAnd I look at my bloody hands and think, why am I like this?

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When I heard the news about my father's passing, it was the day after I won a gold medal in the Olympics and finally returning to Korea.

One of my coaches, Sergei Dudakov, a half Korean and half Russian national, who also became my father figure, was the one who delivered the news after I failed to contact my father to see him and deliver my achievements.

He told me on how my father called weeks before he died and I was training that time for Winter Olympics.

How he wanted to talk to me, asking my well-being and how proud and lucky he really was. He also wished me good luck and how he regrets not being a father and leaving me abroad.

Then there was also post mails written by my father, all the way back from Korea, which I didn't get to read.

The coaches didn't take his calls and messages to me, thinking that it could affect my training and lose my focus to the competition.

That's how I Broke.

All the things I have done just to get his affection, his approval for me to return just Disappeared

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All the things I have done just to get his affection, his approval for me to return just Disappeared. I've been betrayed and lost my FAITH in myself.

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Present (2016)

Jennie's POV

Today, I just finished my weekly check up from a nearby hospital where I'm currently living.

I decided to visit my favorite coffee shop to have a breakfast and maybe read the book I have bought yesterday.

As I entered the shop, a familiar aroma was hanging around making my stomach grumble for food. I sat on my usual spot, located on the corner side near the fire exit of the shop.

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