two enemies are obliged to spend a (not so) short amount of time under the same roof.
Will they easily come to terms with it and live peacefully or just kill each other in the process? Will they actually fall in love or hate each other more than wh...
I was cleaning his room. Everything was ... well... disgusting. Does he even know how to be tidy or... just clean his clothes.
Why is there a slice of pizza underneath his bed? Ew! I was wiping with a cloth underneath his bed until I felt something on my fingertips.
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I thought it was disgusting at first but then realized it was hard and made of some unusual type of fabric.
I pulled it only to be met with something like a book full of photographs. It was made of a leather cover kind of cloth and had to photographs on it.
It was him with Mrs. Kim. His grandmother. Seriously granny's boy? Should I open it? Well, I should!
I started browsing through the paper pages, with beautiful photographs with him as a baby mostly. He was a beautiful baby.
Something remarkable was him in his granny's embrace. I realised the small notes under every picture. Kim Seokjin has a heart.
That made me like him even more. He was talking so tenderly for his grandma, his grandpa. He seemed to be so grateful for everything they have done.
Until, I reached the page that said that his grandpa died. His works were sharp and straightforward at first. Like his life was a big zero.
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His mood changed real quick. He was writing like a poet about life being a literal zero. Something that will end in the future.
That made me feel depressed. He seemed to be depressed in my eyes as well. I saw the rest of his picture but I could always sense a little detail from depression through his notes.
Then, it hit me! There are no notes. They are lyrics that if I put them together you can structure the body of a great song.
It was magical. Every word was gracefully flawless. I could maybe find a melodical sound to go along with it. The next step I made wasn't that good. At least that's what Jin would think.
I took some photos of the lyrics with my phone. After doing that, I hid the book under his bed and continued cleaning up so Jin wouldn't understand a single thing.
