prologue
this is not a story based on children! this is just the prologue, the context will come in later! 🌬️💕
- joonzi
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The doorbell rang. A pang of irritation swept over my body. I do not want to do this project. I sighed deeply, being sure to add dramatics. Finally, I opened the door, to be greeted by the cutest smile I’d ever seen. Kim Namjoon. 12. I was 9, but I’d managed to be in grade 6 with my test scores. Namjoon was in 7th, also a bit young for his class.
“Oh, hi.” My expression quickly changed from a dramatized irritation to a cheeky smile. I had quite the big crush on him, and i’d only talked to him once. For a pencil... at Lunch. I was intrigued by his intelligence, we had that in common, and oh my his dimples as well. What a dream. “Hi,” He took off his shoes, putting them neatly on the porch as he walked in. And he’s respectful of Halmeoni’s home? I must get him a ring... pop.
Not even minutes later, as i picked up his shoes to put them on the rack like Halmeoni preferred, I heard swift running with small footsteps.
“Namjoo—” I looked up at him, only to be cut off by a loud scream and extreme pain.
"AAAAAH!”
Eunni...?
“Holy—”
I blacked out.t.
