Word of the chapter:
Trouvaille
Something lovely discovered by chance
The wind was blowing violently outside. The birds in the deep forest were chirping violently as if trying to avoid and threaten a possible predator. The sky was dark blue in color symbolizing the end of day and start of the night. The view had Namjoon feeling a foudroyant effect on himself.
Everything around him symbolized peace. Everything was s calm and collected that Namjoon didn't want to leave. He wanted to chase the sun as it ran away into another blissful place and wanted to catch the moon in his hands just as it appeared in the lonely sky.
But he had to return to his world in a few minutes. In a few minutes he had to go back to his team and start with shooting the new movie. The tranquil atmosphere made Namjoon wanted to fall asleep while being surrounded with nature.
The director sent a boy to Namjoon who was deep inside the forest to tell him that his fifteen minute break had ended and it was time to start shooting the movie. The boy reached Namjoon in five minutes. Namjoon had traveled quite deep into the forest.
The boy tapped Namjoon's shoulder once he spotted the 24 year old man sitting in an idle manner under a huge ancient tree. He muttered the exact words that the director had told him to say to Namjoon and he quickly got up to follow the boy. He felt sick; homesick.
Namjoon knew deep down that the weird homesick feeling in his chest wasn't just because of the fact that he was 500 miles from his home. No, the feeling was always present; when he had lived with his parents, with his friends and now, even when he lived alone.
Fernweh
A crave for travel; being homesick for a place you've never been to.
Namjoon quickly shrugged off the feeling of loneliness and sadness. He had no time to be dealing with the mystery that was who he missed; because frankly he didn't even know who or what he longed for, and why he longed for that.
The director came forth just as Namjoon stepped his foot out of the forest into the clearing. The sound of birds chirping was just a faint murmur in this part of the woods. The man made noise did nothing to ease Namjoon's nerves. He felt terrible; he didn't know what was going on in his own brain.
He needed a break. A break from the rush that was his life. A break from the traffic that was his career. He wanted to be able to enjoy all that he had worked for; but at this moment what was necessary was that he gave his best to the script he had signed up for. No one deserved anything less than the best. And he was ready to give his everything to do his best.
The director said something that flew past his ears. He was so caught up in his thoughts that h didn't notice the writer making his way towards him. The director motioned for Namjoon to change into clothes for the first shot.
Namjoon took of towards his van to get changed. As he entered, he saw the writer trail behind him.
"Hello," Namjoon bowed respectfully once they were safely inside the van. "I'll just go get changed. Then we can go over the script. Ah, if it's not troublesome then can you also request for the stylists to come in?"
"Of course Namjoon-ssi. I just wanted to say thank you to you. I know that no one wanted to take up this script, yet you did. Such a big actor like you wanting to be a part of such a small writer's script like mine really means a lot."
"No, no. Please don't say that Ahjussi. Your script is extremely impressive, which is the only reason why I took it up. Just like I told you during the script reading, I like to take up characters that resonate with me. Please don't thank me, I haven't even started the shoot yet." Namjoon wanted to comfort the man. He had a hunch back when he had first read the script. An instinctive urge that told him this would change his life, for better or for worse, he didn't know.
"I promise you won't be disappointed." The man told Namjoon, which was weird. Wasn't Namjoon the one who should be saying that? After all, He was the one who would portray the man's character.
"Oh, and Namjoon-ssi, see you one the other side."
A knock sounded at the door, which made the man bow and take his leave hurriedly.
Namjoon watched in confusion as the man left, a weight setting into the back of his head. He was worried now, what the hell is going on with him?
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