Can You Hear Me ― Kim Jongin

t w e n t y n i n e

She stayed in her seat as her vision was on the world beyond the window. With her earpods blasting the songs she loved, her heart was in between nervousness, emptiness and happiness. Simply said, she was feeling all the different emotions at the same time.

Across from her, Jongin fell deep into his thoughts reading the entries she had written. It was perfect for their project and for sure he knew it would get them both a good grade. But deep inside he felt guilty. Guilty that he wasn't much of a help.

And mostly, guilty because he triggered her feelings to be like a small boat in the middle of a thunderous storm in the middle of the sea battling to survive and not drown with the pain and killing emotions.

"Wanna know something?"

"What is it?"

"Pack your things. I'll show you."