It was Saturday.

12:01 p.m. to be precise.

Jimin remembered it clearly.

The boy with the bright red hair.

The boy who had a rectangular smile.

The boy whom saved him from his oppressors.

Although it was barely a second,

he memorized his savior's every feature.

From his twinkly brown eyes to his plumped red lips.

From his distinctive red hair to his mole on his noise.

He remembered even the tiniest details.

And there Jimin is,

praying,

pleading,

begging,

to see his hero again.

And to perhaps, know his name.

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a/n: thanks for reading this! As usual: please check out my other stories, I personally would recommend 'Euphoria'. Have a joyous day/night!

9.6.2018

__ goyangi-si_

Tired out!