Have you ever thought that He might be just a person who sits beside you at the bus stop? Or the person who stands near you when you were waiting for a train.
This story might not catch your eyes. This story might not have the fairy tales that you'r...
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*Namjoon's POV*
Argh! Today is just not my day. How come I lose the rap battle to Zico? That kid have no eyes! I grunted, feeling disappointed in myself. Now, I have to go back to that old hag house. As if I'm gonna spend all my time there. Ugh.
I walked to the nearby park. The trees are covered with a white layer of cold snow. The snow that covered the grass looked beautiful as not a single foot print is seen there.
"Man, fuck you. No, Fuck your ID. No, Fuck your IP."
I stopped myself as search for the voice's owner. I looked to my right and saw a small figure. Her hair were covered with cold snow. Both of her hand are inside her black sweater as she walk and kick the snow beneath her foot. I could see she had stuck her earphone to her ears. Her breath quickly turned into puffs of cloud in the cold weather. Her cheeks are red as if she got a fever.
What an odd little lady, i mumbled in my mind. I can see girls these day are busy finding the best clothes to wear and best makeup to put on their face. But this little lady, I can see that she doesn't even care about those kind of things. I mean who would wear sweater with few layers of shirts inside in this winter time?
"No one knows about my heart, that I may look like I'm smiling but I'm really not smiling. When I look at you, when I look at you." The girl sing as if she's whispering. She suddenly stopped herself from singing, she looked to the cloudy sky and I saw drops of tears flow on her pink cheek. For some reason my body filled with chills that makes my heart shrugged with melancholic feeling.
Was it because of seeing her crying? No that's not it. Maybe it's because of her voice. Her slow, soft, tender yet melancholic voice.
"KIM NAMJOON!!!"
Ugh. That old hag voice. Totally ruin my mood. I turned around and saw a mad old hag walking on the untouched snow vigorously, ruining the beauty. I rolled my eyes and prepared my ears for babbling that are about to be spit from her mouth.
"You've lost to Zico, now as promise you have to return to home."
"I didn't promise anything. You're the one who arrange everything without listening to my opinion, you old hag."
