Falling.

wondering

Yoongis p.o.v

But can I really do it? Am I really good enough? What if they don't like my songs just like before?

I couldn't answer my own questions. Thoughts racing through my mind.

...What if I'm not good enough?...

I stood still in deep thought.

"Don't worry. I'll be with you. We'll win this." Namjoon said, whilst making himself comfortable on my couch.

Those words gave me comfort. Or maybe it was courage. I suddenly felt empowered and ready to face the consequences.

"So, when do we start practising?" I asked.

"Dunno. Maybe tomorrow? I'll ask Suran."

"Listen up, you rat. You dragged me into this so you're going to be organised and prepared."

"Whatever." Namjoon replied, grabbing a packet of crisps lying on the floor and tearing it open.

Namjoon p.o.v

I guess we could make this work...

I got up with my newly gained packet of crisps and walked towards the door, flicking the light switch as I left

But it was still dark.

"Hey, is your bulb fused or something."

"..yeah."

I could tell he was lying.

He probably doesn't have enough money to pay the electricity bill and I never even knew.

I wonder what else I don't know about him?...