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Intro. The summer was hot that year, and the laughter of the children echoed through the neighborhood playground. Jimin, at the age of eight, was sitting in the shadow of a tree, carefully straightening the pink dress of her favorite doll. He had always enjoyed taking care of them, inventing stories, combing them… But for the other children, that was reason to mockery. - Look at Jimin playing doll again! Shouted an older boy, laughing from other boys. Jungkook, who until then was on the swing, squeezed his fists. He didn't care that Jimin likes dolls. I liked him exactly as it was, and often defended him. But that day, when he heard a group whispering and laughing: " they must be boyfriends, something inside it rheted. It was not anger at Jimin… It was ashamed of how people could distort everything.
Between dolls and silences ... (jikook)
@Katherine pierce
Between dolls and silences ... (jikook)
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Intro. The summer was hot that year, and the laughter of the children echoed through the neighborhood playground. Jimin, at the age of eight, was sitting in the shadow of a tree, carefully straightening the pink dress of her favorite doll. He had always enjoyed taking care of them, inventing stories, combing them… But for the other children, that was reason to mockery. - Look at Jimin playing doll again! Shouted an older boy, laughing from other boys. Jungkook, who until then was on the swing, squeezed his fists. He didn't care that Jimin likes dolls. I liked him exactly as it was, and often defended him. But that day, when he heard a group whispering and laughing: " they must be boyfriends, something inside it rheted. It was not anger at Jimin… It was ashamed of how people could distort everything.
Between dolls and silences ... (jikook)
@Katherine pierce
Between dolls and silences ... (jikook)