Seokjin's POV
"Well, that was awkward."
I pouted, and I thought I could get to know her more. At least, I hope no one would get close to her. I have my eyes on her.
I'm determined for her to overcome that f-
Wait. God, I'm so pathetic, I don't even know what trauma she had for her to be like that.
I gave off a huge sigh. Things aren't gonna work out. I guess I have to take the first step to know her more.
I closed the door to the rooftop, I mean why is she that scared to show her face.
Did someone humiliate her? I mean, there aren't any bad people in the world. Except for me. I scoffed at my own self. I was such a jerk back then.
I smirked at the thought of it. Many girls would come confess to me, and obviously for my cold and tiny heart, I would reject.
I hope Nayoung didn't go through anything like that.
That was unless she was one of the girls I rejected...
I laughed at the thought of it. Pfft. She looks pretty, I wouldn't humiliate her if she looks like that back in middle school.
This is why I'm more determined for Nayoung to remove her mask. She'd look way more pretty.
