the scent of roses was a scent he'd always adore.
it was the scent of his mother's long brown hair, the scent of her perfume that she'd spray on in the morning before work, the scent that made jimin wish it was his father who'd died instead of her.
but the world never deemed jimin worthy of such wishes.
so today, was the end of the fucking world.
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𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞
Short Story[ P.J. ] park jimin hates his dad, math equations, & his whole school except for one person. but most intensely, he hates himself. © japanguk
