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Prolouge; Journals

// This book is dedicated to VelenneDanielle for being the greatest unnie I could have ever had. Thank you for being there for me since Day Zero. ❤️ //

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// This chapter is dedicated to MissJaezy unnie for being so suppotive. ❤️ //

Dec 2016
Seoul, Korea
In a Hotel

Ji Yeon POV

"They are your journals, you read them." I said to him.

He shook his head.

"Listen, I don't have the time or patience for this," I deadpanned, getting irritated.

Being a writer on a book tour doesn't allow for much sleep; I had not slept for more than 4 hours a night for a week.

I checked my watch.

"It's midnight now, I gave you my view and I need to go to bed now."

"I want you to read them." He said.

We were at my hotel room in Seoul. This morning, he had tried to stop me on my way out.

Then he had waited for me all day; I had returned late at night to find him sitting in the hotel lobby.

"Just give me five minutes, Miss Oh Ji Yeon." He had said, following me into the lift when I saw him at the lobby.

It has definitely been more than five minutes.

And now here we were, in my room, with me sitting on the couch while he pulled out three tattered notebooks from his backpack.

The spines of the books came apart as he plonked them onto the coffee table. The yellowed pages fanned out between us. The pages had handwritten text, mostly illegible as the ink had smudged.

An aspiring writer, maybe.

"If this is a manuscript, please send it to a publisher, but not in this condition."

"I am not a writer, this is not a book." He replied.

"It's not?" I said, lightly touching an almost crumbling page.

I looked up at him; he was tall, probably around 6 feet in height. He had a lean figure and his brown hair fell lightly over his forehead. He had large hands, too. He was definitely handsome.

I watched as he reassembled the notebooks while being gentle with his long slender fingers. It was almost as if he was caressing the pages.

"What are these?" I ask curiously.

"I had a friend, these are her journals." He responded.

"Her journals. Ah, your girlfriend?"

"Half-Girlfriend."

"What?"

He just shrugs.

"Listen, have you eaten anything all day?"

He shook his head. I looked around and saw a bowl of fruits and some chocolates near my bed.

He took a piece of dark chocolate when I offered him some.

"So what do you want from me?" I asked.

"I want you to read these journals, at least whatever's legible as I can't."