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"where would you want to travel?"
Jia is startled by the question but has realised after a short amount of time, that Namjoon is a man who likes to think too much and his mind is somewhere she would love to travel in.
he's purposeful to her.
"your mother wants to commit suicide again."
Jia rocks back and forth on her feet as the two of them wait for the bus. she takes a few seconds to think to herself, knowing Namjoon will wait for a sincere answer not a tolerable answer.
my mind is not working.
she has learnt to put her trust into Namjoon as he listens, cares and is genuinely absorbed in what she has to say or do. she wishes more people were like him. she's never felt significant.
"anywhere that's not here." Jia admits. she looks around when gathering her thoughts- the slaving roads, pine bushes, slick clothed people and the entire environment is one she is usedto. "i want to breathe in air that isn't Seoul's."
"air that isn't so suffocating." she finishes.
if love and hate are the same word I love you Seoul.
if love and hate are the same word I hate you Seoul.
