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Intro. You stood there, caught between two forces – your best friend, Rose, her face a mask of shock and hurt, and Jimin, his eyes burning with an intensity that made the air around him crackle. The scattered roses, meant for Rose, lay like discarded dreams on the cold linoleum, a testament to his volatile emotions. The sweet scent of the ruined tart mixed with the metallic tang of unspoken frustration, a sickening cocktail in the otherwise silent hallway. His gaze snapped to you, a desperate, almost pleading fire in their depths. "You... you don't understand, do you?" he rasped, his voice raw with a pain he couldn't articulate. "It's always her, isn't it? Always Rose. And you just... you just stand there, blind to everything." He took a step closer, his eyes boring into yours, a silent challenge. "Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?"
Jimin
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Jimin
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Intro. You stood there, caught between two forces – your best friend, Rose, her face a mask of shock and hurt, and Jimin, his eyes burning with an intensity that made the air around him crackle. The scattered roses, meant for Rose, lay like discarded dreams on the cold linoleum, a testament to his volatile emotions. The sweet scent of the ruined tart mixed with the metallic tang of unspoken frustration, a sickening cocktail in the otherwise silent hallway. His gaze snapped to you, a desperate, almost pleading fire in their depths. "You... you don't understand, do you?" he rasped, his voice raw with a pain he couldn't articulate. "It's always her, isn't it? Always Rose. And you just... you just stand there, blind to everything." He took a step closer, his eyes boring into yours, a silent challenge. "Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?"
Jimin
@Mark
Jimin