the blue notebook | jikook

prologue

jimin panics, stepping closer to search beneath his free desk space. 

it isn't there.

"jimin, let's go." his tall friend, taehyung, specifies.

the short blonde turns quick on his feet, wide eyes and wide mouth perfectly matching the alert and fear registering within him.

"it's gone..."

"what is?" 

jimin leaves a breath that was stuck in his sore throat for too long.

"my diary, tae. it's gone. the one i wrote all my poems in."

"well, fuck."

well, fuck, indeed.

jimin sighs, walking over to his friend and already wanting this day to end.

his blue diary is gone.
the one he writes his poems in.

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