He was right in front of me.
He didn't saw me.
But I did...
He had a bottle of alcohol in his hand.
He was still in that silk shirt and tight pants which he wore today to dance.
I wanted to go to him.
But.... He was looking drunk.
I could sense he was weak.
Even if he was drunk. He was ethereal. Purely like an angel.
He held so much power in his those blueish eyes which made me so obsessed with him.
I know I was doing something terrible.
But... I want to get hurt even if it means I can see him and reduce my inner pain.
I was lost in his thoughts when I saw...
He lost his balance and before I could hold him, his body met the hard road.
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The Dancer || PJM ✓
Fanfiction[Depressing, Abusive and emotional] "pleasing everyone... who pleases you then?" THIS STORY HAS VERY SHORT CHAPTERS AND HAS SENSITIVE TOPICS A Park Jimin Fanfiction ❤️ Started: 1 January 2020 Ended: 10 February 2020
