Love Again

Chapter 4 : Out

Namjoon's P.O.V

I stopped my tracks while exiting the prison after 6 long and stressful years of debating for freedom. Sadly, I was still on the watch and it won't go away until 20 more years of observation has been done, which means I am not allowed to leave the country at the meantime.

I scoffed, fucking bastard parents must have see through my plans of leaving the country and never returning so they have locked me down on this very ground I am standing so I wouldn't run away...pretty smart move to be honest.

The police car dropped me off on the street to my house, or so it was. I walked down the once familiar road, avoiding eye contact with neighbors roaming around the street. Some parents dragged their children back in their house, some shut their curtains tight before peeking out through the small space left between the curtains.

Once, these people would greet me and children will play with me or approach me to help them with their studies. Way to go for taking the misunderstanding and completely ignoring me.

I halted in between 2 houses, the house that was once in between them was gone, destroyed to be exact. The only thing that wasn't destroyed was the red mailbox. I opened the mailbox, a white envolope was in there. It was just in the mail recently.

I opened it and a piece of paper fell to the ground. It was a cheque.

I picked up and examine it. It wrote 250 dollars. I shuffled the envolope again to find another piece of paper, a letter from my parents.

I scan the paper, it was written rather formally, with tons of unnecessary vocabulary and professional speech writings. I gagged a little after taking a glance of it.

In conclusion, they left me with this destroyed house and left 250 dollars for me to survive (yes, "survive" not "live"). I guess having a son that was interrogated for 6 years and is going to be observe by the authorities for 20 years is rather embarrassing and disgraceful.

Well, I would have done that too it I were them.

They left my phone in the mailbox, at least I still have my phone. I tried to on it, but as expected, it was dead.

I growled in frustration. It is 7 pm and I am homeless. I continued to walk down the streets, there are some shops around the corner, maybe I can crash somewhere, hopefully.

The roads were rather busy as everyone had just ended their job shifts and were heading back home to unite with their families or eat out with their partners and so on. I hid myself in the backstreets, silently observing the crowded streets. It's kinda refreshing, there are people who were laughing and smiling while some of them just looked drop-dead.

There was music playing, classic, pop and jazz blasting from different shops. It was a little irritating to listen to different music genres all at once, it gives you an uneasy feeling.

After observing for approximately 20 minutes, I wandered around the backstreet (the music was getting onto my nerves). There were posters scattered everywhere, it's kinda like a natural scene here. I picked up one of them.

"Skewers," I mumbled the shop's name. It was a cafe during daytime and a pub during night time. Since I am gonna be wandering the streets all night, might as well crash at a pub.

Hmm, and it said it's gonna give out free lamb skewers from 10:00 pm. The deal ends at 3:00 am.

Sweet.

I guess this place is not only the best place to gain information and shelter, free food is included too.

I went straight to the pub.

It was 10:00 pm when I reached there. The streets were rather empty by then and the only light source was the moonlight and the street lights. I found a sign about the shop and it lead me to a flock of stairs heading down. An underground pub it seems.

I walked down the stairs, it was painted black so it was hard to see the steps, it was like drowning into a black hole.

Apparently, the stairs lead me to a dead-end. I looked around the black walls until I realized that one of the walls have my reflection. I touched it, it was glass. Found the entrance.

I pushed the glass door and was greeted by jazz music and slight noises of people chatting, not the very crazy and hyped pubs you would think of. I pulled up my hoody tighter and made my way towards the counter where a bartender with soft bouncy brown hair stood. He was cleaning a wine glass and placing it back onto the wine holders above him.

I took a sit in front of him.

"Hello there, what can I get for you?" the bartender asked.

"Whiskey on the rocks, perhaps?" I spoke in a deep voice, it sounded more sarcastic than what I intended.

"Sorry bro, but it's too early to enjoy whiskey," the bartender laughed.

Why does whiskey even have a time limit?

I rolled my eyes, well then fuck it.

"How about some lamb skewers? It's on the house anyways," he spoke again.

I nodded, I am feeling a little hungry.

The lamb skewers were great, very juicy and tender. It's been 6 years since I last ate something decent.

As I was finishing the last skewer, my eyes were locked on someone.

He was wearing a slick red button-up shirt, the silk material clinging on his thin yet slightly muscular body. A pair of black ripped skinny jeans were wrapping his thick luscious porcelain thighs, the ripped parts showing some of his leg muscles. His hair was cast down so I couldn't really see his facial features, but somehow my instincts were attracted to that mysterious person.

I moved closer to that person, it seemed like he was lost in his world.

"Hey," I spoke, rather softly.

He lifted his head and for a moment, I felt my heart stopped beating.

His eyes were slightly teary like he's on the edge to crumbling, yet it made his eyes glister under the dimly lit counter. His lips were plump and beautifully shaped, it was quite tempting.

I smirked, maybe I might hit the jackpot tonight.

It's been awhile since I last felt this excited.