Uproar /PJM FF

Chapter 10

The room was filled with shades as the light coming from the small lamp resting on the desk alongside the laptop screen, were the only thing still on. 

It was keeping company to the secretary who had stayed behind on her desk, trying to get some more papers done and have everything on point by the day she was to leave this post.

Elle's hand felt numb as soon as she brought it to a halt, having finished writing the last paper for today. 100 handwritten pages, she numbered in her head and by the mention of it only she left an exhale of exhaustion escape her lips.

"Him and his peculiar preferences." She mumbled under her breath, speaking of Namjoon, who once a month requests of her to write certain passages he may have found around and favored.

He had provided to her multiple notebooks just for that purpose, which she kept stored in the library, divided into written and unwritten, a whole shelf was created just for that purpose. Notebooks that all looked the same on the outside yet contained so many different things, starting from poems, quotes, lyrics, or notes Namjoon had emailed to her in order to write them in those specific notebooks.

He used to refer to them as his collection and because it was dear to him, he wanted it handwritten, he had announced when she had first spoken to him about this absurdity. And of course, Elle had no other option but to do what he was asking of her. It was her job after all.

The thing however was that there were times she found this task the most annoying thing on earth and others that even though tired her to the bones -as today- she was left with a feeling of satisfaction that she finished it.

With a bit of pride, she looked over the last thing she had noted and then closed the notebook, pulling a new one from the shelf of her desk. She opened it and noted on the first page the exact time she started it and the date. Then she flipped a page and proceeded to write the last quote that was left on her laptop's screen.

As she looked at the device however she noticed that the screen had fallen asleep and even though her hand reflexively reached for the mouse, for some reason it stopped. She stared at it for a second then she glanced from left to right, feeling the nervousness that her sudden thought caused her.

If Namjoon was to ever notice, if he was ever to find out, he would surely get enraged, yet something inside her was strongly pushing her towards that idea. And so without her even resisting much, she took the initiative to write something that wasn't on the email Namjoon had to send her.

There were so many notebooks that he had, he would probably never read this and it was something beautiful, a version of something she had heard and had liked. Maybe if he was to have come across it, he would have liked it too. Enough to ask of her to note it in this notebook. So maybe she wasn't ruining his collection but just adding one more thing he would love.

"There was once a blue beautiful little fish, who one day went to the playground with his parents. There he met some new friends around his age. A squirrel, a snail, and a monkey became his closest friends and they would meet each afternoon to play together till one day, the father of the monkey asked the kids to try and climb the tree that was on the playground. The monkey did it so quickly, almost effortlessly and the squirrel followed showcasing his skills. Then the snail tried but failed and the little fish approached and gave it a try and also failed. In the beginning, the older ones just praise his friends and told him that he would be able to do better next time, if only he tried a bit more so each afternoon where the little fish saw his friend climbing on the tree, he kept trying and trying. Even the snail managed to reach the top, no matter how slow it was, yet he had not succeeded in climbing not even once. The little fish started feeling despair."