I've never been the type to strike up a conversation with anyone. I don't know how people do it. I always think, 'what if that person doesn't want me to talk to them?' or, 'what if I embarrass myself?'
These are the thoughts that go through my head whenever I see him.
I leave my apartment and shut the door only to be greeted by his aching presence.
His hair is blue today and his bangs don't look styled as yet. They nearly covered his eyes and I couldn't help but wonder how he could see properly.
His white tshirt looked a little too big for him, but he chose to wear it anyway.
Our eyes meet as he is about to open his door but he doesn't even smile, neither did I.
He eventually unlocks his door and heads inside. Soon after I let out a breathe that I didn't know I was holding in.
"I'm so fucking awkward." I whisper to myself and leave to go to school.
CZYTASZ
Caramel Machiatto
FanfictionHe's a struggling producer. She's a struggling art major. They're neighbors in an apartment complex in Seoul, and they seem to always see each other but no one ever said a word to the other, until one day.
