i walked into that bookstore again-- the one we always met at.
i don't know why, but somehow my feet just led me there.
i was greeted by the same cashier as last time who pulled the same routine-- bow, greet, smile.
i wondered how repetitive that must be to do that to every customer everyday, and for most of them to not to even give a nod of acknowledgement.
i bowed back and gave a slight smile, shocking them.
i walked to the art section and looked at new sketchbooks, as my old one was filled with drawings of her.
"jungkook?"
i turned around.
"oh, good afternoon, namjoon-hyung."
