jimin likes to party a lot. One day her father want her to marry his friend son, Jungkook. 

First Meeting:   “Hi, I’m J-hope. Can we be friend?” “Uh, I’m sorry but I don’t you. Okay, I need to go now. Thank you again.” “But, you know my name……….”   Second Meeting:   “ Hi, we meet again.” “Well you know my name. We’ve met last week. Remember at the vending machine?” “I forgot your name already.”

Like a tiny dust, floating in the air with no fix direction. Where should it land on or is there any place for it to even settle down. Maybe there is someone out there who is willing to sacrifice his hand for that tiny dust or maybe there is someone who will destroy that tiny dust. How is it feel to be that tiny dust or even the hand that either would help or destroy it.