eighteen.

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new year.

i walk in on the first day of school and sit next to my best friend, taehyung.

we waited until the bell rung, less than a minute left.

seconds before it did, he walks in.

you walk in.

we made quick eye contact as you picked your seat, the table in front of mine.

of course.

health class.

this will be fun, i thought.

i thought this feeling would fade by now, why wouldn't it? it's not like i know you anyways.

but here i am, feeling it all over again.

maybe this year will be our year.

my year to get to know who you are,














park jimin.

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