nearly a month ago y/n's mom came to our apartment. i never knew why she came, but today i knew. i know.
"aehrum, clean the house when im gone." my roomate yeungri told me before she left a few hours ago. i cleaned my side, and began working on hers. there was clean clothes littered everywhere, like the parking lot of a concert venue. i grabbed handfuls of clothes and threw them in our shared closet. when i had gotten them all, i walked in and started hanging them on her side. i scootched the clothes already hanging over and accidentally knocked over what i thought was a jewelry box. but instead of jewelry, hundreds of of brightly colored papers fluttered gently onto the floor. it made my heart ache. i knew who they belonged to and what they were, since id seen namjoon writing them in his spare time when we hung out. in fact, he still did that for her. not me. i picked them up and walked away from the closet, deserting the clothes on the floor.
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notes ; namjoon
Fanfictionill preserve you in the tattered pages of this journal. book one of the heartbreak series.
