Loona Oneshots

The Perfect Letter||Lipsoul

Genre: Fluff ,angst

The first time Jungeun noticed Jinsoul, she was sitting with her feet tucked beneath her in an oversized chair. The chair was nestled in the quiet corner of the coffee shop where she'd just started working. Her delicate fingers resting on her journal, her back rising and falling with every breathe she took. Crumbled papers is scattered everywhere on the table. Little snores can be heard from time to time, and Jungeun wondered what she was writing.

The fact that she was writing in papers struck her as odd. Being a writer herself, she couldn't remember the last time she'd handwritten anything. What was the point when she had either a laptop or her smartphone with her all the time? Writing by hand seemed so inefficient. She had to admit she was intrigued.

A customer approached the counter, probably Jungeun's twentieth of the night, an older man in a sports coat and a gentleman's cap. As she took the man's order, she kept the curious writer girl sleeping in the corner at the back of her mind. After the man took a seat to wait on his half-caff hazelnut mocha, Jungeun glanced toward the corner, expecting to see writer girl still sleeping. Her heart sank when she realized she was gone, and the crumbled papers disappeared. She wondered if she'd ever see her again.

The next night, she found her in the same spot, writing in the same journal with her feet tucked beneath her. This time she was wearing thin-framed black glasses and a white cotton sweater. She bit her lip as she wrote. She wondered why she didn't order a drink before she sat down. Who was this girl that seemed so caught up in her writings? Jungeun decided it was time to find out.

After telling her supervisor she was taking a break, she took a seat across from her. "Hi. I'm Jungeun," she said.

Without even the slightest acknowledgment that she heard her, she kept scribbling away.

Jungeun cleared her throat. "Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you. I was just curious because you seem to be so into what you're writing there."

She kept writing, and after a few more seconds of awkward silence, she regretted trying to talk to her.

"Sorry to bother you," she said and stood up.

"Can you help me with something?" the girl said.

When she looked at her, she was taken aback by her mesmerizing dark brown eyes. The look on her face wasn't sad, but she wouldn't call it happy either. She sat back down. "Sure."

She set her pen within her journal and closed it. She glanced out the window at the cars passing by on the busy street. She picked up the bag that was leaning against the chair on the floor and stood up.

"I have to go," she said.

"Wait. What did you want me to help you with?"

She smiled. "It's nothing. Thanks for talking to me." She walked toward the door and stopped. She faced her and said, "I'm Jinsoul. Do you work tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Good." She smiled again and walked out into the night, leaving Jungeun in her thoughts.

"Who is that girl?" she said to her co-worker Jiwoo.

"No idea," Jiwoo replied. "She kinda reminds me of an older guy who used to come here all the time. He used to sit in that same chair."

As Jungeun drove home that night, she couldn't get Jinsoul out of her mind, this cryptic girl with the relentless drive to get whatever she was writing is just perfect.

The next night, Jinsoul sat in the same spot with the same determination to get the words out of her head and onto paper.

"Can I ask what you're writing?" Jungeun said when she took her break for the night.