Empty (Punch sequel)

Part 8

She held the book up to an eye level as she looked closely at the words, starting reading them with an audible voice. "Dreams. Reality. Hard working. No matter what the other says, I will make them one and achieve that simple dream."

This had been just one phrase. There were many others, so many that Minyoung didn't understand what they meant. They almost seemed to be someone's thoughts.

Minyoung's mind went back to the photo as she took it out again, looking at the handsome boy again and then back at those words, then back at the boy.

"Is this book his?" She wondered as she started to read another phrase.

"They always say things and make conclusions based on what they heard. No one looking for the truth."

And another...

"I'm doing it to protect those whom I love dearly. I'm not using it for violent acts... I wish it was the truth."

"Why do I have this book?" Minyoung wondered. It was totally this boy's book and he seemed to be a boxer since he wrote his thoughts on this book. But why did Minyoung had it?

Running her eyes quickly over the rest of the words, she could sense the sadness in them. Her heart tightened and she felt her chest heaving. Why were those words so touching? So sad.

Some of them were inspiring and the other seemed to be kind of regrets, mind --just thoughts, and heavy heart feeling.

Minyoung wiped a tear that slid from her eyes. She wondered if she had the right to read those words. Those feelings that weren't hers.

Under her finger, Minyoung found a name written in a very small handwriting. It must be the boy's name 'Kim Seokjin'

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"Good morning." Jimin smiled at Minyoung, greeting her as she walked out of the front door.

Jimin gasped at the sight of Minyoung. She looked like a zombie. There were dark circles under her eyes and her eyes were slightly red. Her hair wasn't like every day, tidy and straight. They were a little messy and she looked as if she got out of a fight, not from her house.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his both slightly open, eyes searching her face.

It had been a while since he saw her like this. She used to look like this when she stayed up at night studying and preparing for exams or when she had something going in her mind.

"I couldn't sleep." She said, her eyes were barely open.

"Yeah, I could tell." Jimin said, patting down the standing strands of hair and brushed them behind her ears. "What were you thinking about?"

Minyoung opened her mouth, but closed it again. She was debating whether to tell Jimin or not. She wanted to. She wanted to tell him about the book and the photo, but she didn't.

"How did you know that I didn't sleep because I was thinking?" She asked instead of answering.

"How long do you think I know you?" Jimin snorted.

Minyoung shrugged as she started to walk, Jimin was by her side. "I don't know, you tell me."

"I told you before." Jimin pouted.

"Hmm..."

Jimin didn't like Minyoung's respond so he stepped in front of her, making her stop. He looked down at Minyoung who was trying to avoid his gaze. "What's wrong? I told you that I will help you, right?" His voice was gentle and caring.