I was on my way to the dormintory building till I spotted Namjoon staring at a statue near by, This was my chance. I got the mystary jacket out of my book bag and walked towards him.
"E-e-excuse me." I said in a low voice but he still heard me, resulting in him facing me. When we met eyes it was like I dove into a pool of the unknown, there were oceans of emotions carried within the one simple look. swallowing the lump in my throat I continued. "Is this yours?" I asked as I held out the jacketet out towards him.
He smiled at me and slowly reached out for it, "Yes, thank you." he said and returned to looking at the statue/ This guys was like a pile of curiosity I wanted to figure out, he gave me so many mixed feelings by just this one meeting. I turned around and started to walk away. "Lee Chilwu." he suddnley called out to me. He called outto me! To hear him say those syllabuls was enough for me to die peacefully. I turned around and faced him once again. "I loved your poem." he gave me a small smile and turned back to the statue after a few moments walked by, meanwhile I was trying to prosses whether he actually said that.
I turned around and walked away, really fast, I felt like exploding with excitment. Kim Nam Joon Loved my poem!
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Ketchup -book I- knj
FanfictionShe 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...
