okaybrittany

- Yuuki Konno

I have never seen anything more touching and inspiring than those photos. never ever. I hardly can put my emotions into words~

P.S. searching for the genius author of those pictures~

Video: https://youtu.be/SQN4Qqyj-Pk

[A/N] Are you prepared for the hurt, love could bring? Because no one promised a happy ending.

“Two scoops of chocolate mint.

In separate cones, please.” 

You made sure that you stressed the word ‘please’ because the last time you ordered, they inconveniently put two scoops of ice cream of that weeks’ flavor into the same cone, and took turns with Namjoon to eat them, earning some unwanted glances from the crowd passing by. You walked back to the street lamp Namjoon was standing by, with two ice cream cones and saw him piercing his eyes on his phone, bringing it up to his eye height and typing with one hand.

“What bullshit did she do, this time.” You rolled your eyes back and halted in your step a bit. Namjoon was wearing his Bape, shark themed jacket that costs about 338 USD—a gift from his girlfriend when she went for a holiday with her distant family. He obviously looks like he is dissecting the message he himself sent to her, and you’re guessing, she had gone AWOL again.

“Your icecream.” You lulled and gave them to him. Namjoon, being thoughtless, as always, grazed his palm over yours, making you all flustered in the inside, unable to function in a blink of an eye from that gesture—not that he noticed any of it. “Thank you.” He sang, turning his attention to the phone again. “Did you find her?” You nonchalantly asked, hoisting yourself on the wall, brisking your eyes to the view, to cover the hurt in your heart. He looks like his lost something precious. And it was beyond you, how much that bitc—girl meant to Namjoon. After all the shits she’s done.

[A/N] Are you prepared for the hurt, love could bring? Because no one promised a happy ending.

“Two scoops of chocolate mint.

In separate cones, please.” 

You made sure that you stressed the word ‘please’ because the last time you ordered, they inconveniently put two scoops of ice cream of that weeks’ flavor into the same cone, and took turns with Namjoon to eat them, earning some unwanted glances from the crowd passing by. You walked back to the street lamp Namjoon was standing by, with two ice cream cones and saw him piercing his eyes on his phone, bringing it up to his eye height and typing with one hand.

“What bullshit did she do, this time.” You rolled your eyes back and halted in your step a bit. Namjoon was wearing his Bape, shark themed jacket that costs about 338 USD—a gift from his girlfriend when she went for a holiday with her distant family. He obviously looks like he is dissecting the message he himself sent to her, and you’re guessing, she had gone AWOL again.

“Your icecream.” You lulled and gave them to him. Namjoon, being thoughtless, as always, grazed his palm over yours, making you all flustered in the inside, unable to function in a blink of an eye from that gesture—not that he noticed any of it. “Thank you.” He sang, turning his attention to the phone again. “Did you find her?” You nonchalantly asked, hoisting yourself on the wall, brisking your eyes to the view, to cover the hurt in your heart. He looks like his lost something precious. And it was beyond you, how much that bitc—girl meant to Namjoon. After all the shits she’s done.

Giorgiano Alfaro