Accepting (3)

Jimin stepped onto the tram, his eyes still scanning the surroundings for yoongi.

Not that it mattered.

Yoongi always found him, like how a magnet always found an iron nail or a steel paper clip. Surprised that he wasn't there, he squeezed his way into the tram. Because of his lacking in height, instead of grabbing the overhead hand straps, he had to wrap his chubby fingers around the grab poles standing straight up.

He flipped My CEO Husband, skimming through it in boredom.

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hElLo!

It's JYP and we're back!

jkjk.

so this is a short short chapter. I promise the long ones are coming and please continue to support this novel.

These are all my thoughts (editor), the author's thought will be at the author's thoughts section.

haha.

Yours untruly,

Anne (heart emoji)

p.s how do you type out an emoji man.