Valentines day, everyone was looking pretty in red... except me, I didn't see the point of following that protocol. I was walking to class when I saw Namjoon in the distance simply making his way into the arts department building, he was dressed in black except for his red beanie that complimented his outfit well and just yelled 'notice me.'
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I got to the cafe a few minutes early with sweaty palms and a shivering heart, today was the day. Café Tribe was decorated to the core, with roses and red ribbons, candles lit at each table, walls plastered with pink, purple and red hearts, heart shaped balloons dangling from the ceiling, it was a bit too much, well atleast for me it was.
It was rather packed today, but that didn't make me the slightest bit of nervous. I looked around to see if he was here yet, but he was nowhere in sight.
"Hello, everyone." A voice barked through the speakers. "Is everyone ready for Lovers Mic Night?" The MC said, the crowd clapped and a few whistles were thrown around. "Alright settle down, now, would anyone like to go first?" The MC said looking out to the people in the café, and right a that moment Kim Namjoon arrived, alone. That was my que, I raised my hand with my stomache at my throat. "Yes, girl that dosen't have a single article of red clothing on, come on up." A few people giggled and the crowd applauded. I walked up and got up for my confession. This was it.
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Ketchup -book I- knj
Fiksi PenggemarShe could describe cold and silence, better than any lonely person ever could. She was like a abandoned whale swimming in the ocean, all a alone without anyone to understand her. Suddenly he appeared, like an angel caved by god himself, sent for her...
