an injured puppy ; * seohyun & jongin
the day is hushed, there are no atrocities or any epidemics infecting her implicit, rigorous lifestyle. to be quite frank, seo joohyun's life worshipped an unusual, overly healthy agenda: a) her primary hobby was shoving her face in dozens of books, b) the pesky job of being a ta, and c) eat nothing but vegetables diet. above all, she had to be consistent and not falter, giving in was beyond more than easy to say-- but.. there had been a queasy feeling, her stomach did not feel right and could have sworn it was not what she ate today.
concern, a young one's name dwells in her mind. kim jongin-- the boy was cheeky and was the kohai, she being the senpai. he reminded her of a fluffy puppy whose eyes fluttered innocence and cluelessness. the type of puppy that would follow your footsteps no matter what and remained loyal regardless of the circumstances. even when in a perplexed state due to the trouble it brought to its owner, one can only be angry for so long, and even if kim jongin made seohyun feel like she wanted to pull her dark tresses out, he was her puppy.
she had to take care of him.
her dull eyes peeked out the beautiful scenery, she was more than blessed to live on the fourth floor. but when her eyes encounter the phone sitting on her counter, it was beyond late and where would jongin be? he would often let her know but it had been hours since he last contacted her.
so, she headed to her inbox and started typing:
[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] .. puppy.. where are you?
[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] are you okay?
[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] please tell me you're alright..
[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] for blimey's sake-- don't tell me anything happened to you..
once the text messages were sent out, she put her phone on lockscreen and if he did not respond within then, she would literally walk over to his house.
