THE JOURNAL.

short notice ! hola, amigo! it's been a while and i've been going through a lot lately. school is fucking me up and a bunch of personal problems bombarded my once peaceful life with chaos all of a sudden. my schedule is packed and i find it difficult to allot a time to solely write, so even though it's a short story, this book would still be continuously updated until i end it with further notice. but don't worry, it contains two scenes on each entry ♡!

p.s please notify me if u see an error around. i'll try to edit it as fast as i can :))

© ryoukosays, 2019
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SCENE 01

Last year, I decided to visit my hometown while Namjoon's on a business trip in Busan. I texted him that day, afraid to disturb him from work.

As I was packing my luggage, my phone rang. I saw his name in the screen and immediately answered the call.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Home. I'm already packing. Why?"

"Wait for me. I'll drive you there." he quickly answered. "I don't want you to take the subway in the middle of the night."

"What?" I asked and laughed. Namjoon can be this protective sometimes, and I always find it funny. "What about your work?"

"It can wait." He replied. After a matter of seconds, I heared the motor of his car start and the sound of subtle clicking of keys in the background. "I'll hang up now. Bye."

Kim Namjoon can be really silly at times.

SCENE 02

Namjoon and I once lived in a small apartment we rented near Seoul. We're still dating back then, and my parents were not informed that I was living with him.

I can still recall that it was the 13th of August last three years ago when my parents asked to let them visit me in my flat. I declined at first, but soon, I ran out of ideas to reason out so I texted them the address of our apartment in defeat.

Namjoon and I quickly conducted a general cleaning the day after. I stashed his clothes in a suitcase and hid it below our bed as he wash the dirty clothes stacked in the basket. In the afternoon, he helped me mop the floor so we can gently hide his figurines in the cupboard an hour after, confident that my Mom would not open it if she ever dare to inspect the apartment.

Turns out, she did.

We got busted way more sooner than we thought. I was forced to move out from the apartment after receiving a reasonable 'teaching' from my parents. Namjoon apologized on his behalf and promised to take responsibility, earning both my Mom and Dad's respect.

I moved to the unit next to his apartment. Although I own a separate one, I still find myself more comfortable sleeping in his bed than mine, and later decided to sleep there every night. He was worried that my parents might scold me again from this behavior, so he confiscated my spare key to his unit. I got angry by that, but soon realized that he's right.

Looking back, it's obvious that I'm the indecisive one in our relationship. The thought still haunts me if ever Namjoon married me just because of my looks or skill in cooking. Yesterday, I asked him if he feels obligated to listen to my rants and stories everyday, and got an answer I didn't expect.

"You're my husband, and I don't see any problem from that. Your voice calms me. I want to live with you for the rest of my life, and if that means I'll listen to you everyday, it's all worth it."

That's one of the sweetest thing I've heard from him.