Kim Namjoon 8:35pm Gwangjin District, Seoul
Kim Namjoon was sick. He was sick of living this chaotic life. Sick of thinking about them. He was sick of where he was right now, downing glass after glass of clear liquid. The high spirits he was gulping down left him feeling very dizzy.
He had never been okay but when they left it got worse, leaving his heart void of peace.
Namjoon wandered through the streets in a drunken daze until he fell onto a bench with and astounding view of the stars. Millions and millions of twinkling lights. Millions of times he had wished for his hopes and dreams. Millions of times he was rejected of them.
The stars reminded Namjoon of him. They were bright and even in their dying moments, beautiful.
Isn't it sad, how even the most beautiful things in life ended up dying?
stars , flowers
their friendship ,
his love
Namjoon wanted to see them again but they had parted ways,
not on good terms and worse than bad.
and he was a melancholy soul and for him, they turned the sun to night, a momentary gold.
Then a stranger took a seat next to him and looked up to the stars as well.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" he whispered and the stranger inclined their head forward and as he tilted it back namjoon saw that this was no stranger...
it was him
But not even once he glanced at namjoon
Then he got up and turned away
Namjoon's hopes had shattered yet again as he caught up with reality....
And then Namjoon walked away.
