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18

i find myself at a deserted park.

no one really comes here, since it's barley near any houses or convenient stores.

i myself rarely come. i only do if i get into an argument with my parents or simply need some air- to clear my mind.

a nerd ditching school, that's very funny.

sitting myself on a swing, it starts swaying back and fourth with the movement of my legs.

i don't go high or low. just enough for me to feel a bit taller.

feeling the breeze flow through my hair, i slow down to enjoy it.

that is until i feel a large palm on my shoulder which sends electricity through this limp body of mine.

whipping my vulnerable head around, i come face to face with him.

kim namjoon.

staring at him wide eyed, he pulls out a gray colored sticky note and places it in my hand.

"hey, you didn't read today's note. oh- and i found out that yellow is your favorite color, so i colored it. "

he simply flashes a smile and proceeds to walk away after handing me the note, leaving me astounded.

namjoon really was the one leaving my notes.

"w-wait!" as i shout out, he stops dead in his tracks, desperately waiting for me to go on.

"sit with me."