“Shit,” Namjoon murmured in a quiet whisper, his breath turning into whitish cloud in front of him. He stumbled towards the side of the path, streetlights morphed into the houses around him as his head throbbed viciously.
He was finally at his breaking point. Stress, depression and anxiety were getting a little bit too much for the man to handle alone. He felt tired, empty and alone. Although he was constantly surrounded by people and fans who adored him, he still felt like the loneliest man in the world.
His mind was processing to many things at once, the members, his position as leader, the campaign, the album. Everything was just placed on his shoulders, and it seemed like he was the only one to carry it.
The street in front of him twisted and moulded into different shapes and sizes. The orange street lamps became luminous balls surrounded by shapeless trees and bushes.
Namjoon laughed to himself, the disturbing surreal images coming to life was somewhat humorous to the young man. His head felt like mush. Probably the side affects of drinking three full bottles of alcohol in a short span of time.
He dragged his body forward, urging himself to keep moving. He didn't know where he was going, but felt like his legs would hopefully take him to a permanent place of rest.
He felt empty. There was a part of him that was void, he couldn't understand it. He smiled, laughed, cried, etc but it never really reflected him. He needed to fill that gap, with something. Anything.
Something forced Namjoon to look up in front of him. He lifted his head, which was almost impossible for the intoxicated man. He eyes focused on a small house and from what he could tell, one lit room.
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▪️4:00am▪ ️(Namjoon x Male!Reader)
Fanfikce❝Time has a wonderful way of showing us what's important.❞ Namjoon finds himself in absolute shit at 4:00am and Y/N is the only one that happens to be there. @rochelle
