jimin is only nine when he gets a taste of rejection. it's a bitter taste, filled with misery and enamored conceal.
his confession is sent in a simple question, an aphoristic statement of 'love'.
at least he didn't have to endear the awkwardness and unpleasantness for too long, as the girl who rejected him moved out of busan and to seoul a year later.
paradoxically, the older he got, the more naive he was. something in his mind was an 'act of a child', and he couldn't come to terms with it. like a scar, jimin felt as if it would last with him the rest of his life, only affecting him in the most problematic of situations.
jimin could never learn and never change his ways, only letting the same thing happen to him again and again.
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his confession is sent in a simple question, an aphoristic statement of 'love'.
at least he didn't have to endear the awkwardness and unpleasantness for too long, as the girl who rejected him moved out of busan and to seoul a year later.
paradoxically, the older he got, the more naive he was. something in his mind was an 'act of a child', and he couldn't come to terms with it. like a scar, jimin felt as if it would last with him the rest of his life, only affecting him in the most problematic of situations.
jimin could never learn and never change his ways, only letting the same thing happen to him again and again.
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