Namjoon shuts the book, picks up his things, and heads on his way home. He could feel the chilly air around his ears.
He stops by street vendor and gets some food. The cold air reaching his fingers.
He walks down to the apartments, the cold air blowing against his face.
The world is cold, in more ways then was surrounds his red chilled hands.
It's funny how a book can change your mood, this book with the fancy lettering hides dark undertones that just don't sit well with him.
plopping down at the desk, he sets down the plastic bag of food. He spreads it out, pushing papers and overflowing folders aside, and opens the book once more.
A few more.....