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Looking to move to the states soon
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jimin
Currently dislikes Chanyeol and refuses to speak to him
Something has hurt him, or a certain someone, who was very close to him
Looking to move to the states soon
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@mixparkjimin
he was a great dancer. on nights nana was off from work early and had many hours left to kill, she would often visit that one club where he’d be on stage. there was no deep reason behind it; she hadn’t fallen for his looks or anything of the likes. from time to time, nana would simply lay her eyes upon a random individual and decide that ‘hey, you seem fun, we should be friends’.
and usually nana would walk up to the person, strike up a conversation and things went on from there. but with this guy-- for the first time in her twenty years of living, nana was about to give up on chasing after this guy. after finishing his performances, he’d disappear into thin air. even when she was told the male left from the back and awaiting him many times and many hours beforehand-- he just always managed to slip through her fingers.
it had become some sort of game, and nana was excited to play it-- but she couldn’t win. it was frustrating, and she was close to flipping the table to ruin the boardgame.
however, as the young adult strolled through the streets in broad daylight with her early afternoon coffee in hand, she realized it was not the back of the club she should’ve searched at for the man. as she stopped on the sidewalk, awaiting green light to cross the road, she spotted him, standing upright in a police uniform.
“i’ll be damned...” nana released a chuckle, shortly observing the male she’d found so adorable on stage while the other clubbers screamed over the lack of exposed skin. after a moment she finally made her move, taking confident steps towards the dancer-- police officer-- whatever he was.
“you!” the female chimed, nudging the male’s arm. “i’ve been looking everywhere for you. you’re that dancer, right? i’ve been wanting to ask you if you can also be hired for private shows, if you know what i mean.”