Miracle In December | k.nj

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❝snowing butterfly❞
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{ Maya point of view }

—Seoul street is covered with snow already, the cold wind is blowing in our ears, it's too much to handle.

but heavens, it's very beautiful to see the sky showering snowflakes—like crystal falling down to earth.

every time I exhaled, visible air escapes from my mouth—cold, very cold. it's almost Christmas now, and I need to buy presents for father, Nam Joon and the workers at the café.

so I have been circling around the Seoul street, thinking what to buy for father, a coat? a wristwatch? I don't know what to decide.

I saw a gift shop at the last building, I love to go there, because it sells cute things. my years will end this year, maybe I should just buy father something cheap, but memorable.

the bell rang when I walked inside, I love the inside of this gift shop, the colour is sweet, light and calming.

the cashier knows me, he knows that I don't speak, so he always bring a whiteboard with him.

he's a caring guy, with a cute smile and smiling eyes. he was really chubby before, but now he's starting to hit puberty I guess, cause I hate to admit that he looks hot.

Good morning, Maya :) he showed the board to me, once I set my foot in the building. I can't say anything, so I just smile to him warmly.

do you need anything? he's so nice, that I actually knew he's hurt. He has a friend, a female friend—who happens to have a boyfriend, and he, Jimin likes her so much.

we're like friends, but not actually, we're just acquaintance. and that day, he told me about the girl.

I take the board and the marker from his hands, I write down what I wanted. I need a small memorable Christmas gift. once I gave him a look, his face suddenly lighten more.

He pursed his lips, and raise his index finger to me, he mouthed; I found you something. Quickly he jogged to one section and searches for something on the top shelf.

then he pulls out a box, and once he opens it, a old Polaroid, the prize tag is stickied on it, and it only cost $20.

why is it so cheap? I thought to myself watching it. I realised the polaroid is not beautiful like the one that cost $100 plus, but it's unique.

he mouthed again, you can take pictures, and the film will be a memory. I like how he slowly speaks just to help me read his lips.

I only nod my head, and hold the box. As he mouthed, who is it for though? I pressed my lips together in a thin line, and then I close my eyes, not going to tell him anything—not even a clue.