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F o u r t e e n

"Kim Namjoon"

My head snapped after hearing that name.

A wave of emotions hitting me at once.

I was surprised, overwhelmed and happy.

It was just like how as a kid you buy ice cream and your mom tells you that you cannot eat it.

You know it will be tasty, you want to eat it badly. It's just there in front of you. But you cannot have it.

Then one day your mom says let's eat ice cream.

It's just like that. Exactly that happiness and joy.

The name ringing in my head.

I stared at him blinking my eyes slowly. It was possible that he is not that person whom I was expecting. But he did looked familiar. A lot familiar.

"S-sorry can you repeat please?"

"Kim Namjoon" He repeated.

I couldn't believe my eyes nor my ears.

It is him. I know it's him. It has to be him.

"Miss are you okay" He asked. That's when I realise that I have been staring for much too long.

"Y-yes sorry Yeah I am alright." I lowered my head, my face flushed with embarrassment. I hastily held the pen in my hand writing down his name. Still thinking should I ask him if he remembers me.

How will I say it?

Hi! I am Y/N I am that lonely, depressed girl to whom you wrote notes. Who just noticed them a few months back.

I have been stalking you.

"You are good to go." I smiled.

I watched him leaving, shutting the doors behind him. I saw him walk away. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. I don't how to. I am too much of coward. Too much of a looser.

"Miss." Someone called me bringing my attention back to where it is supposed to be.

"Yeah sorry."

And I let him go. Without telling anything.

I let the one I was dying to meet go.

But I guess it's just our destiny to never meet.

We know that we exist but that's all. We can never meet each other. Maybe that's what God wants.

***

A cold evening, chilly wind.

The small cotton balls falling, caressing the one beneath it.

And I am here with a frozen heart, with the dozens who maybe also feel the same.

Worthless.

Everyone hiding under the coats and warm sweaters. Hands in their pockets. Going on with their life.

Even if it is night time, Seoul is full of life. Thus, the title the city that never sleeps is indeed correct.

The bells ringing as I enter the shop. Ahjumma called me telling me that she has something important to tell me. I told her that we can meet tomorrow but she insisted that it was very important.

I wonder what is so important.

It was dark, cold.

Did she forget that she called me?

"Ahjumma!" I called out stepping forward, looking here and there for any signs of her being present here.

But silence is all that I got.

Just a sound of faint footsteps behind me.

"Ahjumma is that you?" I called out again surging forward nervously.

"Y/N...."

A voice came from behind me. And the next thing I knew, tears came streaming down from my eyes.

Uh oh! Who is it? Any guesses😏😏😏
And I feel like such a bad author for not updating but really hiatus is the worst😣 but I will try to update more frequently ( I always say this)

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