I haven't seen namjoon in a week, not in campus, not at Café Tribe, nowhere. And it made me shiver. Not seeing him that long made me sick, but I wasn't going to keep quiet.
I neatly folded my shirt and laid it down on my side of the closet as my roommate minded her business.
"Um, Jieun" I called out as my curiousity and worrysome almost ate me whole.
"Yeah?" She quickly answered not looking away from her laptop screen.
"Well, um I haven't seen namjoon around lately, and I was wondering where he had gone."
"What's your business with him?" She, in a way, snapped.
"Not... much really, he was just a fellow poet and I was curious."
"He's fine, but I see no reason for you to worry about him." And with that she closed her laptop, grabbed her phone and left. I continued to fold as I questioned myself why she always had a stick up her fag end.
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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...
