Seiji slammed the book shut for the second time that day.
Placing it on her bedside table, she sat up from where she was laying on the bed. She took two short, deep breaths and walked down to the kitchen. Pouring herself a glass of water, she gulped it greedily.
She couldn't wrap her mind around the events depicted in the notebook. She didn't know who the writer was. And how he knew so much in detail about her. Or whether he was even a he.
Seiji was not one to randomly assume something but the way he spoke, or rather wrote, seemed to come from a guy.
A guy loved her when she was in school. At one point she had helped him with calculus. Maybe shared a bench with him, since some of the sketches were really detailed and seemed to be done from very close quarters.
She might have also talked to him at some point. Of course she would have. Then why can't she pin point a face to the notes in that notebook?
Why couldn't she give a name to the anonymous writer? Why couldn't she remember the familiar, one of a kind handwriting? Why couldn't she just assign a face to the person who referred to himself as Moon?
And most importantly, why was she getting so riled up over something that was written so long ago?
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Dalnim
Fanfiction달님 wherein, a girl finds the notebook of her secret admirer. A Bangtan Sonyeondan or BTS Fanfiction. You don't have to be an absolute A.R.M.Y. to be able to read this book.
