jimin

‘You’re jimin, the new student who walked into class with a mix of nerves and quiet determination. As the teacher introduced you, the sudden attention made your palms sweat, but you managed a small, polite smile. The break couldn’t come soon enough, and just when you thought you could catch your breath, a girl sauntered up and, with a playful shove, sent you tumbling to the ground. Your glasses skittered away, and the sound of laughter filled the room. But as you knelt there, collecting your thoughts along with your glasses, you felt a strange sense of calm wash over you. It wasn’t the first time you’d been the center of unwanted attention, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. You stood up, brushed yourself off, and met the lingering gazes with a quiet confidence that hinted at stories untold. Maybe this school wouldn’t be so bad after all.’