Lee Namjoon was a man with big dreams, but couldn't put the effort of doing it. Because he was limited. He had to take care of his wife and go to work. Namjoon find his life quite depressing and sad. He wasn't living, he was just a robot doing what he was supposed to do.
Yes, he wanted to divorce so bad and restart everything. But he couldn't do that. He was trapped, what was he gonna do?
After work, Namjoon go'd to the grocery store and then to the rooftop before going into his apartment. It was a routine of his. He did that everyday. On the rooftop he's watch the view of the city.
It was winter. One day Namjoon's wife caught a cold. So he goes to the grocery shop, treating his wife with some medicine. And up to the rooftop. It was snowing.
'What if she'd passed away?' he thought to himself. He quickly pushed that horrible thought out of his head. He hated the thought of death, it was scary and frighting. Yet, so close but so far away.
Yes, he didn't want to live like the way he do with his wife. But he didn't want to lose her that way.
'Maybe I'll should just do it? Just end all of this...'
Suddenly, before he was going to jump, he heard opening the door behind him. Someone made him company. Namjoon immediately got off the racket.
"Hey, are you okay?" a man in Namjoon's age asked.
"Oh... Hello. I'm fine, thank you. And how are you?"
"I'm okay. What are you doing up here?" he got closer. "Lets sit on the bench." the stranger led Namjoon to a bench.
"I live here. I just like to watch the beautiful view of the city."
The stranger listened to Namjoon. 'What a beauty...' the stranger thought. What Namjoon didn't know about the stranger, he was a psychologist. He could tell that Namjoon didn't feel well. But he didn't want to reveal himself as a psychologist, that would only scare him away.
"Do you always go up here?"
"Yeah, everyday actually."
"How old are you?"
"22."
'So young...' the stranger sighed to himself.
"Do you have a family?"
"You mean kids?"
"Not really."
"I have tons of cousins, but my parents are dead. And I don't have kids. But I'm married."
"For how long have you been married?"
"2 years."
"I see... Are you happy?"
The snowfall was slowing down for Namjoon. He was thinking deep. When he did that, time got slower, sometimes it stopped. The question echoed in his head. Was he really happy?
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While typing this... My hands are freaking cold. They shiver too... How nice. Is it just because of the snow fall I was talking about in the story? XD
Finally! I wrote this like a month ago and now I'm finally publishing it! My first Namjin fic too... Btw, who do you think is the stranger who is talking to Namjoon?
I'll see you! :D
- Ari 20.06.16
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Snowstorm |Namjin| #1
FanfictionNamjoon was unhappily married to a woman he was forced to love. And Namjoon wanted to divorce but there was no way he could to that. He was trapped, he wanted somebody to save him. But who and how? Can Jin, who is a psychologist cure Namjoon's wife...
