Ch7

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Let's pretend the place is more clean and bright.

"Where's your car?" I raise my eyebrow

"Oh I don't usually drive I just ride my bike" he informs me

"Then why were you driving that day?" I wonder

"Well I wanted to go for a quick walk." He replies. "Anyways get on" he points to seat.

"What about you?" I say. Putting the flowers in the basket on the bike

"Your not that big for me to not have space." He chuckles.

I decide to sit on it side ways.

"I think it will be better if you hold on" he shakes his head.

I grab a fist of his shirt but he pulls my hand to fully wrap around his torsos. I blush, I never have any physical contact with guys usually.

He starts peddling and soon we are riding by an isolated river.

Now usually I would start panicking and think he is going to hurt me but instead I feel relaxed and safe by him. I don't know when I last felt like this or if I ever even did.

I put my head on his back and look at the river smiling and living in the moment.

"Thank you and I'm sorry for when I said your like everyone else." I whisper to him. Nuzzling my head into his back and he's got lots of back muscles not gonna lie.

"I don't blame you for reacting like that. I just hope you don't want to die"I hear his soothing voice.

"I never wanted to take my life by my own hand, I still want to die but in this moment I want time to continue living ." I say to him.

"Me too,but what will happen when you go back to school?" He questions.

"I don't know but let's now talk about that right now" I tell him.

"Ok" he starts humming a song that's was gentle and light hearted.

I start humming with him since I also knew this song.

I feel a tear slide down my cheek, I didn't even realise I was crying. I pull my hand back to wipe it but namjoon grabs my wrist and put its back around his torso.

"Don't remove your hands please" he barley whispers.

I mumble an okay and out my head back on his back.

I close my eyes and breathe in his scent. He smelled like honey with a bit of my scent, vanilla, it suited him.

The bike starts slowing down until it stops. I open my eyes to see I'm infront of a playground.

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