Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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No other exists like him - a noble with a gentle heart who steps back when needed to. Not to surrender, but to give space. Not with contempt, but with respect.
~ Memory Journal: The Healer page 2 ~
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"Dinner tonight? baby?"
The message had been sent more than an hour ago. Knowing her, she would have sent a reply already. Perhaps a short "sure" or in a rare occasion, a smiling heart emoji. It has been like that for days only for him to ask forgiveness because once again, he, along with his brothers are bombarded with a truckload of things to do. He can only compensate it with more gifts.
She must have been too busy to reply. It is even left unread.
Namjoon's brows crease. Recalling on her work schedule provided by her personal secretary, her schedule should have been finished already. But there could be more. With a sigh, he shuts his latest foldable phone to close and pockets it. It timed with the ding of the elevator. Then, it opens.
Immediately, the smell of coffee and sweet pastries wafts. The scrumptious dish mixes in the air, making his stomach growl. But other than food in the building's cafeteria, something, rather than someone, has caught his eye.
There just a few steps ahead, by the Birch trees of their rooftop tree garden, a woman cranes her neck, eyes desperately searching for something, or maybe, for someone. It doesn't take him more than a minute to step closer to the woman and makes his presence known.
"Excuse me. Miss Seo?"
"Mr. Kim." The woman politely bows.
"What are you doing here?" He simply asks, eyes roaming around for his precious baby. After all, if Ms. Seo's here, his beloved must also be here. Before he could inquire, Ms. Seo says something entirely different.
"I was accompanying the advertisement department to finalize the contract on your juniors for our new beverages."
"Beverages?" He mutters to himself, thoughtful. He didn't know that they are not solely trading liquors. "How about Dal-rae-?" He stops and clears his throat, before he can attach "baby" to her precious name. His cheeks are blushing. Though, not in embarrassment but with almost blurting it out among any possible prying ears. Good thing, everyone is seemingly minding their own business.
"I was with her, but I lost her." Her whispered reply, indicating her quick understanding, tips his brow.
"Lost her?" He mutters lowly as his brain is immediately deducing her whereabouts. Conveniently, his phone vibrates. Seeing notifications from their group chat, he quickly swipes it open. All are whining about how they miss their soulmate and contemplating to ditch practice for her. All except for one.
Namjoon chuckles. It just proves his deduction.
As he pockets his phone, he notices Miss Seo's bag. His brows furrow as he gestures. "That bag." He can't make mistakes. It's the one he meticulously chose, berating himself if she wouldn't accept it because of its bold red color. But there's no perfect color to convey his heart. Yesterday, he was brave to send it with another huge bouquet of flowers. It overjoyed him when she messaged him her thanks and called it cute. She even attached a picture of her happily squishing it on her cheeks.
