* Won't trust, can't trust, don't trust *
It was evening already.
The sun had nearly set and the flickering lights of the nearby street lamps had been switched on.
I was nearly done with spraying the old rusty bus stand.
Shaking the can, in my hand, once again, I admired the colors that stood out in the dull light.
Could I fade away into these beautiful colors one day?
I stood observing what I had done and read out loud what I had written on the metal.
Won't trust, can't trust, don't trust.
It looked exactly the way I had wanted it to.
Good.
It brought back the old memories, back when I would create a ruckus of bus stands and vandalize public property with Namjoon hyung...
Shaking my head, I approached the stand one last time to sign off as Vante when I heard them.
Sirens.
Cops.
Run , my mind said.
Don't , said my heart.
I went with the latter.
With my back to them, I slowly put the can away, raising my hands up when I heard the click of their guns.
After a quick check for any weapons on me, they harshly pushed me to the side of the police car and handcuffed me.
I heard a laugh.
Turning to my side, I saw Namjoon hyung, being handcuffed along with me, snorting and then winking at me.
I almost smiled.
The illusion faded away.
The heaviness quickly took it's place in my chest as my smile dropped.
There was no place for anything but regret in my heart.
Only regret.
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