Inked

Chapter 14 - Enough

There have been too many incidents where I decided to take a route that was close to my heart but I ran away from the one thing that should be important to me. It was funny how I should be happy after seeing the great response PLT received but it was hard for me to enjoy it. I felt like I hit rock bottom and even the most colourful sky could not cheer me up. It was grey to me. As I faced the river again the waterfall that was building in my eyes was running again. I was unable to hold the facade. My heart was broken and I knew how stupid it was after I chased him away. Being in love makes you do the most stupid things.

I felt a pad on my shoulder and looked up to see Namjoon placing his cap on my head and giving me a mask he had in his pocket. Unable to say or do anything I just stared at him with teary eyes. Why did he do this for me? He took the mask and put it on for me and smiled before he went back to his place and continued to watch the sunset.

His calmness and peacefulness made me even more sad. I troubled him with my state but then again maybe I was meant to meet him. After some time I had no tears left to shed and felt a little bit better.

" Noona you know I envy you", Namjoon said almost with a regretful voice.

I started to laugh since I could not believe the words that I heard.

" There is nothing to envy about me", I said to him in a whisper.

He straightened up and came over to where I was and looked at me with a sad smile.

" There is. The choices you made. The bravness you showed. The mission you accomlish, starting from scratch and never giving up. To be honest I am jealous because of that pain that you feel. You can never write about true love if you never felt it or never lost it. This picture of you screams that you lost the most precious thing to you. As if the world had robbed it from you...", he confessed and the calmness he radiated was gone. It was replaced with a melancholic atmosphere.

Speechless at the words he spoke I looked at him and felt like reading a book that had many blacked out lines. As I was about to speak I heard some girls in the distance scream his name. He looked behind me and ran off. I had no other choice then to do the same but luckely they were chasing after him and not me. As I was running his words echoed in my head and I was unable to shake them off. The truth was painful afterall. He opened the pandora box that I hid under my bed and I ws sure that he never knew that. There were many questions that I had left. How will I be able to talk to him again? I was far from my home but I took the time to think and maybe the pandora box and it's content was the answer to all my questions and my writers block.

Namjoon was an amazing songwriter and I felt like if I ever had the oppurtionity to work with him I was sure that I could create the most honest and raw album ever. One that represents me as a whole. I grabbed my phone in my pocket and dialled the number of JYP. Not long after he picked up cheerful.

" Hello NJ. Congratulations on a great world tour and my wife and I enjoyed the show yesterday. We wanted to say hi but you were gone by the time we arrived. How is your feet?", he asked me as I heard him typing on his laptop.

As on cue I remembered my injury and felt a pain wave hit me. I paused and sat on a nearby bench. I was completly out of it and in my own world that I did not even notice the pain in my foot.

"Are you still there?", JYP asked me concerned.

"Yes sorry. We had to leave earlier and I was tired. My foot is ok. Currently I am taking a few days to rest and recover. Health is important after all. You should have told me about you coming to the show Sir. I could have seen you before the show. I am happy that you enjoyed the show. I wanted to ask you a favour...", I said rubbing my swollen foot.