It was Monday, Y/N didn't go to work.
Y/N stared at the empty page with a pen in hand, this had become an obsession. She was shaking, her body was about to give out, but her brain wouldn't.
Y/N started writing at a frantic pace, every thought in her mind screaming for release, and it all went down on the paper along with her tears. So many doubts.
Will you answer them, Seokjin?
Do you remember me, Seokjin?
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