Just A Few Short Stories I Made

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Fast and heavy footsteps coming near to the readroom, Miya holding the book tightly to her body. She stopped at the last stairs, look down and loudly say,

"I haven't finish reading it yet. You dare taking it from me?"

"Miya, please. I beg you. Do not read the book."

Minjun taking a few deep breath from chasing Miya from the front gate. He sit on the sofa, take his phone and open messaging app.

"Hello my brothers. I need your help."

"Yo Minjun. Anything happen?" sent by Khun.

"Minjun hyung. Hmm, do I smell something sus happen?" sent by Chanana.

"Not that sus, it's just.. Miya took my writing book from me. I.."

"What? Wait, what book?" sent by Jang PD.

"That one. You didn't know which one?"

"nvm, I need to go."

Minjun locks his phone and slowly going upstairs.

In mean time...

"Surely I locked the door. Alright, what's the deal with this book anyways?"

While listening Minjun's 20 Mins album in her buds, Miya flipping the pages. Her eyes starting to burst.

"All of this time, when he said that he wanted to use the gaming room, he wrote all of these?"

Suddenly, one sound coming from outside the room. Minjun trying to unlock the door, while saying,

"This is why I am never show that book to you. All my emotions, my secrets, are kept in the book."

Minjun sit down, and continue his words.

"You never see me crying, aren't you? My tears are flowing through my heart and onto the book. I tried to write every time I felt something. If it's overwhelming, I write. If it's heartbreaking, I write. I'm scared to talk to you since you're always busy with you study."

Miya wipes her tears on her cheek with her hands. Unplugged her right earbud and hold it. She go to the door, unlocks it and crouch in front of him.

Her small hands holding his cold face. His tears won't stop flowing. He trying to hold the tears but the warm touch make him crying even more.

"Kim Minjun? Look at me."

He slowly loom at him, then she puts the earbud onto his ear. Her favorite song was playing, This Is Not A Song.

"I knew it now."

She sit on his lap, put her hands on his wide shoulders and said,

"Every time I heard this song, I always feel your hugs. You kiss my cheeks even when I'm napping. You're always busy, making new songs. Thank you for making this one song."

She hugged him tightly and both of them are happy. They stands up and get into their bedroom.

"Now, what's this? Do I smell a comeback?"

P/s; With Me Again is amazing. You should watch it. ( ◜‿◝ )♡