His palm held a small laser tag card from a game you played a while ago, proof that you beat him. By a lot. Namjoon' lips tweaked into a smile.
Next he pulled out a broken mirror shard from the day you moved in together, the result of a dropped bed frame in haste, you had both jumped in fright. Namjoon smiled at the memory, wincing at the echoes of the cluttering.
Crap.
His heart burned at the memories, hand picking up the CD that had been playing the first time you 'danced' together, feet stumbling as you both winced in silence ending up with hurt feet.
Two small paper sheets with a photo of you drawn, one realistic and one cartoonish, a skill of yours and a friends. He smiled.
A poem book, so many poems you could never read them in a year, words written neatly beside drawings and tear stains.
His eyes looked up to the light and back down to a book, the first book he had suggested to you, signed by the author with a happy note to her.
A smaller photobook in a box, a necklace and a black box, a black box he couldn't bring to open.
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Word count: 204
Date written: 20-06-18
Nearly done! ❤️