(BTS) Withered Leaves, The Dead Leaves

I wrote this book for a friend who really likes Park Jimin.

We all love BTS, and we love the way they shine onstage, even though we may never get to see them in person in our entire lives. To them, we're still strangers. When we pass by, we turn to look at them, only to see the indifferent smiles in their eyes. To them, we're just strangers. Even as fans, all we can do is exchange a few words, then walk the same paths they once walked. But we still love those boys, and we'll keep that love hidden in our hearts for the rest of our lives.

That's who we are.

Strangers in their eyes.