"Hey Joonie, can you proof read my short story for English?" I ask my roommate as he walks in.
"Sure, hand it to me," I hand him the paper and he looks at it for less than five seconds before speaking.
"The first sentence is already wrong," he says looking up at me.
"Ugh I wish English wasn't a requirement at this university. I suck at it."
"Clearly."
I lightly hit his arm with a pout on my lips, making him chuckle before sitting on the couch.
"Well as long as it's understandable it'll be fine. I'll just read through it first then nit-pick," he says looking back at the paper.
When he finishes, he looks up at me with a confused expression.
"Tae, I'm just asking this out of curiosity, but how do you know how write things like this? I mean, from the ten years I've known you, I don't remember you ever being in love with anyone but this is... really descriptive," he says.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like the part where the main character talks about the feeling of falling asleep next to his lover. How can you describe it so well when you've never experienced it? I could've never imagined that feeling before I met Jin."
"Well first of all Namjoon, you have zero imagination. Second, it's because of the extremely developed relationship I have with the person in my head. I learn these feelings through the world I share with that person."
"That person? Like some girl? Is she based of a real person?"
"Mmm, I don't know if it's a girl or not. They aren't based off a real person or anything. Just someone that exists in my mind; someone that exists only for me."
"Okay so you have this 'developed' relationship in your head with someone you don't even know the gender of? So you don't have a mental picture of your imaginary lover?"
"Well I do, but I don't at the same time."
"What?"
"Like if I saw them in real life I could point them out and say 'That's them. That's the person in my head,' but since they don't exist in real life, they don't have an exact face that I could describe."
"Okay, that makes no sense what so ever," Namjoon says, confusion still apparent on his face. I shrug, not really knowing how else to explain it. He looks back at the paper and continues editing it.
