#namjoon notes

if someone with a much larger existence than mine in the physical and symbolic sense, would they see where i’m going, why i’m going there, and how it turns out in the end?

the wind that blew through the open window caused the smell of books and dust to rise into the air. i recalled my high school days. the time when my friends and i hung out in the storage classroom. the books i read at that time also had this smell.

seokjin slowly turned around. my heart sank seeing his cold eyes. he looked different compared to when i had first met him at the gas station or at the street pub a couple of days ago. he seemed colder now.

i folded a piece of paper in half and put it on top of the desk. i held a pencil but because i didn’t know what words to leave, time just passed. as i was scribbling pointless words, the lead of the pencil broke. “we have to survive.”