Miracle In December | k.nj

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❝snow truth❞

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{ nam Joon point of view }

— should I call this a date? because this is a date, when a girl with a guy walking side by side at the street.

“what do you want to eat?” I asked, I was waiting for her respond but I forgot that she's still listening to her music.

so, I held her wrist and made an eating gesture with my hands moving upwards to my mouth.

she nodded her head, but still she doesn't speak to me. why?

maybe I should bring her to food stalls? do girls like to eat foods like that? why is it hard to buy foods?

or should we just go eat fast foods? seafoods? Korean barbeque? or should we just go eat steamboats?

if I chose one food that I want, will she eat the food there?

why is there so many question in my head? why am I so scared of bringing her eat?

I was too deep in thoughts I didn't realised she's beside me, looking at me with her brows creased high.

“um–what should we eat?” I asked her, maybe she's listening. but, no she's not, instead she's looking around the street.

but suddenly, she excitedly pointing to a food stall near to a bus stand. “you want to eat there?”, she holds my hand and walk toward there.

well, I do want to eat food stalls, so yay for me. once we stand in front of the barbecue, she smiles widely and pointed for the rice cakes and also some other foods.

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Yes it was hard for me to understand her, she doesn't talk and she also won't listen. but even so, walking with her, spending time with her, just looking at the sky, eating spicy foods, as the snow touches our face, is kinda amazing.

she only points to what thing she wants, and it makes her look cute. she shook her head, and nods, smiling and also scrunching nose, that is only how she talks to me without words.

and everything, makes me curious. why won't she speak to me? why won't she pull her earpiece, and listen to me. why won't she talk to me, and why won't she tell why she's being this way.

we sat down on a bench, in front of us is a beautiful garden with snow sprinkled on top of the greens.

no words came out, but it's not even awkward surround us. I wanted to speak, but she's too busy, listening to her music.

but curiosity really kills me, so I pull out my phone and type on something to a note — instead of writing with the pen.

may I ask again, what song are you listening to?