"To break someone and call it love is nothing short of evil."
"So what do you want me to do? Kill myself?"
𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕: 𝟚/𝟚𝟚/𝟙𝟡
𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: 𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤: 𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞
Can you promise me that this world will be better. If you can't, than I'm not surprised.
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👉Jiminie👈 Today 1:39 PM
Soooo
So what.
How did the interview go! 👍 or 👎
The latter.
Ah, sorry to hear that. Well if you want I can treat you to pizza!🍕🍕🍕
Na I'm ok, I think I'll just write some more. seen
Namjoon sighed and dropped his phone back into his coat pocket. His feet felt heavy remembering the failed interview that had taken place only a n hour before.
Well that was a tone of bullshit.
Namjoon walked to the apartment building and let out a warm puff of air. He rummaged through his pocket and found his ID which he scanned on a machine making the lobby doors open.
👉Jiminie👈 Today 1:40 PM
If you want I can make you something 😋
It's ok I'll just order something for myself.
Namjoonie you need to get out more. Stop being a hermit.🦀
I'm not I just want to be left alone. seen
Namjoon sighed as the elevator doors parted ways and opened up to a velvet floored hallway. He quickly found his, well, Jimin's room and quietly opened the door. He was met with a strange silence and walked inside, slowly taking off his shoes and setting aside his crappy excuse for a resume.
He couldn't find Jimin so he assumed he was still at the cafe he worked at. Namjoon trudged into his room and shut the door behind him. He stretched his arms and sat on the wheeled chair in front of his computer sadly.
"Namjoon as long as you stay here, you deal with the rent and income while I clean to apartment ok?"
Sorry Jimin, I feel like a failure.
He remembered Jimin's smiling face when he had asked him if he could room with him. Looking at his reflection now on the black screen, he reached up his right hand and touched his face with disappointment.
Well with a face like this, no shit I didn't get the job.
Namjoon logged onto his computer and quickly started a new story document. Writing was his only escape from reality, and even though sometimes he would break the keyboard in rage, it felt comforting to know that he could at least get his stress out. Even if he told anyone, it wasn't like people really cared, so this was his holy grail.
I'm getting sleepy, I should've ordered something to eat. Well fuck.
Namjoon blinked his eyes realizing he had just written 5 pages filled with all his insecurities, worries, and things he was stressed about.
Heh, I really am hopeless.
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"Dear Namjoon,"
N-No go away.
"I will always hate you"
Shit..why won't it go away..
"It seemed like yesterday-"
Fuck, fuck, fuck..no get out.
"when you killed my sister."
Get a hold of yourself..just breathe. BREATHE.
Namjoon opened his eyes and jolted for air. He hit his knee on the bottom of his desk and groaned in sudden pain. It felt like he had been choking on something, there was a strange pain in his neck. A ringing started blaring in his ears, he grabbed onto his head for dear life. It hurt like hell but he had to keep quiet, clenching his teeth and breathing heavily.
The ringing stopped.
He slowly uncovered his ears with his trembling hands and looked up at his black screen computer.
Well, I look like I'm fucking insane. Just great.
A/N:How are you guys liking it so far? Is it ok??😖
