Seojoon's pov
I stood outside the apartment looking at Nana with a mix of emotions. We had spent the past few days together and I had grown accustomed to her presence.
"Thanks for everything, Nana," I said, trying to sound casual. "I owe you one."
Nana smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You don't owe me anything, Seojoon," she said. "Just be careful, okay?. You aren't totally healed yet."
I nodded, feeling a pang of uncertainty. I didn't know when I would see her again, or if I would see her again.
"I will," I said finally. "Thanks again."
Nana nodded, and I turned to leave. As I walked away from the apartment I felt a strange sense of loss. It was as if I had left something behind, something important.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I had to focus on my dail
