Kim Namjoon 9:30am Incheon, Seoul
Kim Namjoon sat in the empty bus stop, the streets were strangely quiet so he was lost to his own thoughts.
Where was he going?
He didn't know
What was he doing?
Still, he did not know
Namjoon got up and walked to the opposite building. Now it lay abandoned. Well, in a way, it was always like that.
He slipped out a rusty key from his pocket and turned it in the lock. The door opened with a soft click.
Namjoon took off his shoes and stepped onto the dusty floor. Inside a white sheet covered the sofa and some mattresses leaned against the wall in one corner. A broken coffee maker lay on the floor.
Namjoon stepped on glass and let out a soft hiss. He examined the small cut on his bare foot. Glass lay in fragmented pieces on the floor.Here and there torn paper and burnt out candles were scattered.
He remembered the last time he was here.
They were here
He remembered the glass shattering on the wall and the blood trickling down his face.
He remembered their expressions and their words.
They had been separated here. They had left one by one, slamming the door
And Kim Namjoon fell on his knees, the pain from the shards on his skin numbed by his glistening tears .
