SEVENTEEN IMAGINES

Seungcheol

I've been a writer since 2014 and I've got to published my own books since 2015 so far. Many people who have read my books considered me as one of those famous Author out there on wattpad as my books received so many recommendations and mentions from other peoples. But neither do I doesn't look at myself that way.

I view myself as a lowkey author who likes to write a stories with my own will... And because this is my passion, my happiness, my freedom, and my stress reliever. And of course my own kind of way to temporary scape the real world.

It's better to stay this way, a humble person to other people instead of being a big headed spoiled brat with a high pride because of receiving so much attention from other people.

Time check, 10:44 PM and I'm still currently working on my on-going story on wattpad. I'm still in the middle of writing when I decided to stop.

Stretching my arms and yawning, I glanced at the sticky notes on my window. There's a written scenario's, event's, characters or a small plot from my stories on every sticky notes that was posted there. I wrote them down so I can't forget about the things that I happened to cross my mind so I can include them to my stories.

That's my own way of how to remember how I can apply some of the details of every books I write.

"Few chapters left before the epilogue.." I mumbled to myself and went back to writing. O, by the way, the title of the book I'm currently writing is my crazy stalker next door. The story is telling about the guy whose so obsessed with a girl that can't ever be his. This guy is supper obsessed with that he even follows her home, stalk and follows her everywhere, took some photos of her without her permission/knowing and many other things that creeps this girl out, he even moved in next to her house to have a perfect stalking from her.

I stopped typing from my laptop when I felt my eyelids closing. Maybe a coffee will help?

I stood up and went out of my room. "Wow, it's getting darker and darker.." I tried to find the switch of the lights and soon found it. I turn it on that gives light to a dim hallway.

Walking down the stairs, I'm humming my favorite song until I reached the kitchen and make a coffee for me.

There's a small window by the kitchen and you could see here the house before mine. The lights there were still on that gives me goosebumps. He's still awake?

When I finished making a coffee, I turned the kitchen lights off before walking back again to my room.

As I opened the door, I immediately closed and locked it so no one can enter inside... Well, my housemate always barged in without knocking or my permission even though I'm busy working with something. So it's better this way.

After I drinked my coffee, I slowly placed it on my side table and continue to type on my laptop.

***

I woke up with the sun hitting my head. O, shoot! I fell asleep while writing!

My head immediately lifted up towards my laptop and saw that I'm already writing the epilogue.. Well, as what I read, I'm already in the middle of writing. I glaced at the mugs on my side table and saw it empty.

A sigh scape my lips before yawning. I even stretched my arms before standing up and went out of the room with the mugs.

"Hey, aren't you going to that publishing house today?" As I got out, Joshua— my housemate immediately greet me with that one sentence. Even though it's one sentence with consisting of nine words had a great big impact to me that made me froze from my spot.