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soul

Jimin’s soul has the sound of wind chimes, the cute colorful kind that makes people think of summer, of sunny days and lazy mornings. Every sound is whispered, just barely there, too shy to be heard, too afraid to be intruding. It’s a sunday morning, a late awakening, pages of a book being flipped gently and careful sips of a coffee that has been sweetened to oblivion.

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Jimin’s soul sounds like the sounds associated with a soda can. There’s that initial POP that captures your attention and a violent fizzing of the carbon dioxide gas hissing through to escape through the top. There is passion and there is vibrancy within his life. As time passes that excitement dies down to a flatter soda. It settles into something safe. Predictable. But there’s still some remnant of a fizz if you listen closely. You hope it can build into something more if you just shake things up aggressively.