9:50, i have enough time, he thought to himself as he checked his phone. while he was walking he saw a small park with a bunch of benches. deciding that this was a good place to stop, he sat down on one of the benches and looked up. unlike the bumpy ridges of his ceiling, the sky was bright, full of life, and to put it simply, beautiful. he sighed, that was the 101th, new record yayyyy.. wishing he brought another jacket or wore another layer, he huddled up to himself. the world was a cruel place, making him deal with life on his own, depression and anxiety certainly didn't make it easier. he began to think of all the things he did wrong in the past week; even going so far as to make a mental list.without realizing it, he began to silently cry to himself, i must be crazy huh? crying in a park where someone could take me or murder me, i could do this in my room, why'd i have to come out here? as he looked up toward the moon he said, "i guess it's because you're here, making me feel not so lonely". soon it began to softy rain. " you too, huh? i guess this means i have 2 friends" he said while dryly laughing. the tears haven't stopped slowly coming down but he decided to head back home anyway, he could blame his puffy eyes on the rain(as if any person in their right mind would believe that). as he walked home, he saw a group of 6 boys coming out from a cafe while laughing rather insanely if he was being honest. they all had brightly colored hair and it seems as they didn't have a care in the world, not even as the rain began to pour down on the park. because he was too busy looking at them, he tripped over the rock he was at the moment kicking and fell on the sidewalk. god, kill me now and please don't come over here and add another event to the list were the only thoughts in his mind. he decided to stay on the ground because a few more seconds down here wouldn't hurt, right? apparently he was wrong. "oh my god! are you okay?" was what he heard after 6 pairs of feet rushed over to him. mentally cursing, he let out a somewhat weak reply, " peachy, how bout you?" " well okay then, let's go guys, he's fine" a gruff voice said. a gasp was heard and then one of them shouted, "oh my jesus, Yoongi we cant just leave him here on the ground!" " you heard the kid Jin he's and i quote, peachy" yoongi retorted. somehow that ended up with all 6 arguing whether to leave namjoon on the ground or help him. meanwhile namjoon was, shockingly, still on the ground and he decided to take a little nap because lord knows how long that would be going on for, also crying in the cold and tripping was very tiring for his body. "hey dude, dUDe are you unCONSCIENCIOUS? WE HAVE TO GET HIM TO A HOSPITAL!!" "Tae, calm down he's probably just dead." "Tae, Yoongi stop. he's probably sleeping; let's stay with him in case something happens, okay?" said Jin.
" jesus, what have i gotten myself into?"
needless to say, namjoon wouldn't be returning home by 11:00.
