Come Back To Me.. :Yoonminsoek
wish to have a family
Jimin woke up to the soft hum of his alarm clock, its gentle melody a stark contrast to the harsh blare he had grown up with in the orphanage. He reached over to silence it, his fingers brushing against the wooden nightstand he had saved up for. It wasn’t much, but it was his, just like everything else in his small apartment.
jimin
Since I've left the orphanage, I need to work hard to pay for the roof and also study well..
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*sighs* I wish I could be a kid again in that way I could stay along with my noona.. 🥺
jimin looks at the apartment which was given as rent free for 3 years by the noona.. Who is the caretaker of the orphanage
Each piece of furniture, every decoration, represented a step towards the independent life he had always dreamed of, yet a profound sense of loneliness clung to him
He Stretched and sat up, allowing the early morning light to filter through the curtains and wash over him. The small bedroom, with its pastel blue walls and simple decor, felt like a safe haven. However, the silence that filled the room was heavy, a constant reminder of his solitude. It was a far cry from the institutional grey walls of his childhood, a reminder of how far he had come, but also of the emotional scars he carried.
Jimin stood and made his way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to chase away the remnants of sleep and the lingering shadows of his dreams. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and there was a hint of weariness in his eyes. Yet, there was also a spark of determination that hadn’t been there before he moved to this new country.
Even jimin is a boy, he has some hot curves under his clothes . And a bubbly face to attract whatever the gender is.. But did jimin care..? No.. He always craves for a happy lovely family for himself..
After a quick shower, Jimin dressed in his college attire: a simple t-shirt and jeans. He tied his shoes and glanced at the clock. He had an hour before his first class started. Grabbing a slice of toast, he munched on it absentmindedly, the taste bland and uninteresting. The daily routine offered him structure, but it did little to alleviate the dull ache of loneliness that gnawed at him.
The walk to the university was short but pleasant. The streets were still waking up, and the cool morning air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh bread from the bakery down the street. Jimin breathed it in, feeling a fleeting sense of peace settle over him. This was his routine, his new life, and he cherished it, even if it couldn’t fill the void inside.
The university campus was bustling with many students, each absorbed in their own lives and worries, talking the shiit in their lives... Jimin felt like an outsider looking in, surrounded by people yet profoundly alone
He looks at the phone, it's still an hour for his first class..
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