Miracle In December | k.nj

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{ third prospective }

- the smile on Mr. Snow lips still
playing on his face. satisfaction, for him it's like a gift to see someone is attracted to his daughter.

he can see that this man, is a fool. because even when his daughter rejected him - more than twice, he'll still come to the café and try to talk to her.

but oh how sad that man could be, his daughter will never talk to him, not that she can - she's deaf, how can she talk to him?

he really hope that once this man know about his daughter health, he will still has those interest for her.

Mr. Snow just chuckles, watching that man smiling at her for no reason. such a fool young man, he thought.

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{ nam Joon point of view }

- the way she giggles when she reads the book makes me wonder; will I ever make her laugh that way?

watching her reading feels like the time had stop, my whole body couldn't move, just smiling - I mesmerized by her beauty persona.

but then her face changed, tears starts to formed in her eyes. she's too deep in books, it made her cry. even so, she is still beautiful.

she then lifted the book, for her to read the book more clearer. I realised the book cover, I know the book cover.

it's my book cover. I read the book title, and it's my book title. I look at the author's name, it's my name.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly, my heart is beating so crazy, knowing that she's reading my book feels like the heaven really did show me the light.

"sir, our boss wants to see you" I flicked my head, as I hear the young waiter with rectangular smile.

I nodded my head, "...wait, why? did I do something wrong?" those sweet moment stopped, as it changed to fear.

the young waiter shrugged his shoulder, "don't worry, our boss won't eat you, sir" I looked down on his name tag, it is written; kim.th

again I nod my head, "thanks Mr. Kim" I said, as I stood up and adjust my shirt.

I don't know who is the boss, and I don't know why he wants to see me.

"oh, you know my name, sir?!" with shock the young waiter asked me. I arched my brows, and point his name tag with my index finger.

he let out a soft oh, then he smiles again. "well then, follow me, sir" he said, as he walks me to the back kitchen.