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Entry 13

✎ I was trapped. But he came. Kim Namjoon came and helped me. He kissed the top of my head. His lips are soft, just like his hands. I trust him. He's safe. He's home.
Kim Namjoon looked mad at Jungkook. Jungkook promised he won't try to take my notebook. But I don't trust him. He's a snake.

[Her]
I'm leaving.

My parents tell me I have to leave and go somewhere with the honey-eyed boy, Jungkook.

They won't tell me when I'm coming back. If I'm coming back.

I'm scared.

I want to meet him. At least once. Before I have to leave. I want to meet the boy I've written so much about in my notebook, at least once.

So I escape. I escape my house while both my parents are preoccupied upstairs with Jungkook.

I run. I run down the streets towards the park. My notebook is clutched tightly under one arm.

When I reach the park I'm breathing heavily. I'm out of shape. Nevertheless I begin looking around for a boy who is like the one I described in my notebook.

Most of the people around me are middle age. There's an elderly couple making their way down the sidewalk. But I don't see a boy my age anywhere at all.

Is he real? He must be real. Something inside me, deep deep within me, tells me he's real.

"What the..."

I turn around at the voice behind me.

I look up at the boy standing in front of me.

He's really tall. He's really handsome.

I glance down at my notebook before back up at him. "Kim Namjoon?"

His gaze is gentle. It's intense but it's gentle. Is that even possible?

"What are you doing here?" One hand has pulled out an earbud while the other hand holds a small notepad with a pen stuck through it. "You're...you're supposed to be leaving."

Leaving. He knows I'm leaving. "Where am I going?"

He just shakes his head.

"When am I coming back?"

He shakes his head again. "I don't know."

My stomach drops. I'm leaving and I don't know when I'm coming back. And I just met him. But no... that's not true is it? "We've met before, haven't we?"

And then a sudden urge seizes me. I don't want to leave. I don't want to forget him. I want to remember him. This handsome boy, with shining eyes, beautiful smile and laugh. I want to remember him. This gentle soul who covered me with an umbrella and seems to show up whenever I need someone the most. I want to remember the boy that I've written so much about.

I can't remember. But I want to remember. I'm stuck. But I want to be free. I can't move on. But I want to move, even if it's for a moment.

I take a deep breath, a strange boldness seizing me. "Kim Namjoon." I like saying his name. A lovely name for a lovely boy. "I have a request."

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[A/N:] If any of ya'll are thinking dirty CATCH these hands, I dare you 😑