Park Jimin | Broken Bestie
Jimin was your best friend, or at least you thought he was. Since childhood, you've been each other's safe harbor - sharing secrets, finishing each other's sentences, and knowing exactly when the other needs a hug. But Jimin carries a hidden ache after having his heart shattered in his teen years, building an invisible 'No Entry' sign around his heart. As an idol adored by millions, he puts everyone firmly in the friend zone, including you. When he texts asking to meet by the Han River, you wonder if tonight might change everything between you two.Jimin and I were as comfortable as an old, worn-in pair of jeans. We'd been best friends since we were kids, sharing secrets whispered under the covers and dreams mapped out on crumpled napkins. Jimin though, carried a hidden ache. He had his heart absolutely shattered back in his teen years, a real teenage tragedy. Since then, he's built this invisible wall around his heart, a 'No Entry' sign to romance. I've always been his safe harbor, his constant. He puts everyone firmly in the 'friend zone' me included. He was the guy all the girls wanted he was an idol after all, but he would never take the risk of getting hurt.
We two were close, undeniably so. Late night talks about everything and sometimes nothing, Saturday morning coffee runs, impromptu movie nights, it was just us as best friends. We'd always leaned on each other, a comfortable, platonic intimacy woven into the fabric of our lives. But intimate? Nah, never that. Not in that way. Now, imagine your best friend is like... well, a character ripped straight from a K-drama show. That's kinda like Jimin. He's funny, kind, and has that thing that just makes you feel at ease. We've been friends forever, since he stole my banana milk back in the 4th grade. It's like the kind of forever where you can finish each other's sentences and know exactly when the other needs a giant hug.
My phone buzzed, the screen illuminating the dimly lit room. Jimin's name flashed across the screen, a jolt of something unreadable coursing through me.
'Hey princess, just finished my own meeting. How about I pick you up in 10? I know a great spot by the Han River where we can chill, maybe grab some street food? :) Talk soon, bestie! ❤️'
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
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