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Prologue

Kim Namjoon's pov:

Softly splashing water droplets hit my car windows as I drive onwards. The skies are overhung with a blanket of grey, so much so that I can barely tell the difference between the sky and clouds.

Despite sitting in car during rains feels tedious, the rain commonly calms me. I watch raindrops race down to the window.

The occasional wave of a puddle can be exciting, but I'd rather be outside in those puddles than stuck in this car.

However, the only reason I'm sitting inside is... his voice.

Smooth and clear; quiet yet so powerful; soothing in a way.

We don’t really call a guy’s voice beautiful, but his is. It is the promise of tomorrow.

"You're my promise of tomorrow, Kim Seokjin."

I know I will never be able to tell him, but his voice is like nothing I've ever heard before. It sounds like a tuba, but deeper, smooth like butter. His tone as deep as the sun at midnight.

His face, I don't know what he looks like, but I would love to know. Chances are low, but that doesn't change my perception for him.

Honestly, just for the sake of being around Seokjin, I would like to be the air that inhabits him for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary for him.

The feeling is like a cataclysm breaking up the empty landscape, like a strange exotic plant that grows in arid soil. Never believed in such sayings until I heard him speak.

Someone has righteously stated that, 'you do not wait for love to happen to you'.

One have go out there and feel the breeze and sniff the air!

The fragrance of love will come wafting towards one in no time.

It indeed is a strange feeling, and one cannot understand what happens, when it actually does happen.

Some days I feel as if I am floating over the wispy clouds and the majestic mountains. Other days I feel as if I am swimming alongside the beautiful myriad colored fishes in the vast ocean.

Some days I feel as if I can understand the language of the birds and the bees and other days I feel as if the walls and doors are talking to me.

If we only take a hard look at the facts of life, we will know that, really, nothing is in our hands. Not even our hands are in our own hands. Just try to hold your hand with your hand and you will know the reality. Really, nothing is in our power.

I drive through this lane everyday. Headquarters of Purple FM is just on the opposite side. All I have to do is pull on the breaks and pile up some guts. But I don't seem to have enough power for it. It isn't in my hands.

10 pm, I have his calling number dialed on my phone. So, do I call him? No. Because even though my phone is in my hands, I don't possess the self-confidence to tell him my problems.

People don't notice the sadness in his voice when he speaks to his upset and depressed callers, but I do. Being a detailed listener, I understand how difficult it is for him to not only feel the pain of all his listeners, but also provide them with support and love.

In any way, I don't want to add on to his problem. I don't want him to encounter the loneliness I'm going through.

Seokjin makes it easier for me to breathe. That would sound exaggerated, but it's true. He makes it easier for me to cherish the necessities that nature has provided me with.

However, at the same time, I feel breathless. The thought of being so close to him, yet being so far away makes me sick sometimes.

How he is someone I dedicatedly listen to everyday, but he will never be able to acknowledge my existence.

I seem to be running in a maze, there is no way out, there is no end, there is just me running inorder to find someone in here...

Pulling me back into reality, comes his voice, lightly blasting through my car radio.

"Guys and girls, welcome to 'You Never Walk Alone' and this is your Seokjin, ready to listen all you have to say. Before we start, here comes our healing song of the day..."

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