[full chapter]
It's the weekend and Namjoon, as usual, was sitting at his couch with a packet of chips, flipping through channel after a channel.
"Seen it."
"Too predictable."
"Is this even a show?"
He gladly settled on news broadcast channel, his eyes bored due to the fact he had absolutely nothing to do to pass time quicker. He already finished his homework and studied for upcoming exams that's held at monday.
Great, I ran out of chips.
He hopped out of the couch and headed to the kitchen to see if he had anything he would munch on, since he just finished his bag of chips.
Are you kidding me?
None. He just ate his last bag of his favourite snack. He groaned in annoyance and went to the front entrance to take his coat for shopping. In his sleepwear.
After sliding in his shoes and opened the door, by his doormat contained a plastic bag filled with family size chip bags.
What the hell?
He was puzzled as he poked his head out to see if anyone came by few minutes ago. He hesitantly gripped the handle of the plastic bag and carried it inside.
After putting his coat and shoes in their proper position, he emptied out the contents, when a piece of crumpled paper fell down.
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I feel bad that I didn't update this book since last year. Its been so long. Anyways, I will try to make up that time by updating frequently.
- Audre 💕
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