Voices // Namjoon x BTS

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The sky was crying along with Namjoon. The male was tiredly walking to the dorm, the tears that were streaming down his face faster than heartbeat which were being camouflaged with rain and darkness.

He was well aware of the fact that it was almost midnight but when he stepped out to hail a taxi, he saw the bright stars hidden by the grey clouds, heard the sound of rain hitting the pavement and the smell of rain called out to him to relax, which is why he found himself walking in rain.

He was meandering his way through the lone dark streets of Seoul, tears freely streaming down his face. He was glad to cry freely instead of crying in a closed room where he constantly felt the walls closing down on him. His clothes were sticking to his body but he didn't care, enjoying his time.

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Jimin sat on the couch waiting for his hyung to come back home. It was past midnight and the leader had not yet returned home which was making the younger worried.

Suddenly he heard the door open, he quickly went towards it to see if the leader was back.

There stood his hyung drenching in rain, his face a little red but Jimin thought it was due to the fact that his leader getting feverish from being in rain, worried his hyung will get sick, he rushed Namjoon to take a hot bath and change clothes not noticing the older's red eyes and Namjoon was thankful for that.

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Namjoon stood under the scorching water, the water relaxing his sore muscles. After he was done, he wore his night clothes; not bothering to cut since he was feeling lightheaded today.

He laid on his bed. His eyes fluttering close even without the use of sleeping pills as the tiredness from dancing and crying for countless hours took over him. Only for him to enter the realms of dystopia.

It was pitch black, frightened by the darkness, Namjoon looked around to find any source of light.

Suddenly he heard the sound of clicks and saw flashes. All of a sudden the lights were on, confused he looked around and found himself on a stage, with the faceless audience recording all his actions with their phones and cameras. He felt something on his face, he touched his face and noticed it was a mask.

Terrified, he felt a panic attack making its way, he couldn't breathe, tears were now streaming down his face. He looked around hoping something would grab his attention while searching he saw a big screen projecting his face, the thing that was strange was that all the movements Namjoon made were the same on screen but the only thing different was that Namjoon was smiling on the screen when in reality he was crying. This focus of the screen stopped the panic attack from getting worse and calmed him down a little.

He put the pieces together and knew it was due to the mask and proceeded to take it off, only for his hand to not follow his instructions. He felt an invisible force controlling his body, he suddenly started dancing, he desperately wanted to stop but he had no control.

The crowd started throwing mean comments at him, 'you shouldn't be in bangtan just see how pathetic your dancing is', 'all the members are so handsome in BTS and then there is Rap Monster', 'Namjoon is so pathetic and talentless.'

Namjoon was crying still confused with what was going on, he closed his eyes and tried to block out the comments.

All the comments had died down, Namjoon slowly opened his eyes and found himself yet again in a pitch black room. He fell to the ground, exhausted from dancing.