Jimin is a dream seller. He sits all day long in front of a small stall on the sidewalk. A broken wooden board displaying the words ‘dream seller’. It surely doesn’t pay the bill but it’s not like Jimin has a home anyway. People that stop by his booth are mostly drunk or trying to make fun of him but he greets them all the same way, with a smile. 

It’s already dark and the small, half-working, lights lightning the word dream are the only sign that he is still working unlike most of the population working from 8 to 5. The lights are not very strong, mostly due to the time they have been , but are visible from across the street. Which is enough to catch a certain someone attention everynight.

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