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"I love you, why don't you love me back?"
An arduous love story between three troublesome men.
*Namjoon centric*
Started: 8/4/2019
Ended: 7/3/2020 (discontinued)
"Kim Taehyung." I replied as I turned to look at Namjoon, now also looking at me, curiously.
"Cool, so what's so interesting about me that you decided to chat with me?" He asked me while took another sip of his beer. He didn't look at me while saying, paying attention on the crowed streets with eyes boringly at people walking on the sideways.
"Let's say... I like your vibe?" I said, not even sure with my own words, scratching the back of my head, eyes everywhere but Namjoon face.
Namjoon raise his brows skeptically, responded "Vibe? What vibe?" He tilted his head to my side, give me fully attention.
"Like, you're at this crowded place but seems didn't get effect at all you know?" I replied, awkwardly.
"Hmmmm, cool." Namjoon hummed, and the conversation dropped there. I didn't there to speak further, getting nervous because of the tense atmosphere. Damn it, I should just buried myself in a hole now.
We stayed there for a while, I kept peeking at Namjoon and he didn't seem to notice at all. Namjoon was looking at people on the street and the crowed street even when he's drank all of his beer. He looked as if his soul has left his body, I wondered what happen to him...
I didn't know why but i'm curious about him. As to why he's here? What happened to him? It's really bothered me but I can't interfere since it's not my problem to begin with. When did I become this type of person who'd always dip their hands into other people problems? No, this is not like me at all.
I sighed as I looked up to the sky, eyes widening. It's getting dark. If i'm not at home this hour that man would kill me for sure, ugh. I turned to look at Namjoon for the last time before say goodbye to him and walked home. Minds lingering with lots of thoughts. Thoughts about Namjoon.
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"What did you do outside that you're getting home this late huh?" Dad said as he throw an empty bottle at me, I dodge it. It ended up scattered on the ground with broken pieces everywhere, like my heart.
"ANSWER ME YOU SON OF A BITCH." he shouted at me, spits everywhere all over my face.
I clenched my fist, retaliated "THE BITCH IS YOU IF YOU REMEMBER." anger boiling up inside my stomach, I am ready to punch that old man face at any time.
He slapped my face, hard. "GET OUT OF HERE, NOW." He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, full of hatred. I saw his vein popped out and face reddening from shouting and being drunk.
I didn't wait till he say a second word to run to my room, grabbed my backpack, took all of my personal stuff that could fit into my bag and ran out of the house without even looking back.
Say things were too sudden? I don't think so. All of those years i'm spending with him, those years suffering his violence, shouting, depression. I've had enough. Now that he kicked his own son out of his house? Well i'm ready to go. The bottle that has been overfilled by my emotion, cracked my last defense wall.
I broke into tears in the middle of the street.
I fall
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Time skip - the next day -
Namjoon's pov
I was walking on the same bridge, the same street, same people passing through me. I boring my eyes around and ended up landing on a boy. The boy I met yesterday on this same bridge.
He was crying, embracing himself with head on his knees. He looked vulnerable, his whole body is shivering, probably was because he'd stay out all night on the street. I couldn't stand leaving a poor guy like him on the street like this, i'm not such of a cold-hearted person.
I walked up to Taehyung, he didn't seem to notice me. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked. He flinched at the attention, turned his head up to look at me. "I-I have no where else to go." he said, eyes welled up with tears, breath hitched as he speak.
"You have no home?" I questioned, feeling concern. "Not anymore." He replied. He didn't look at me in the eyes, maybe it was because he was too afraid. Afraid of judgement, of being interrogate.
I could get why he's feeling insecure. It was the same for me too, a while ago. But I've surpass it. Taehyung probably have no where to go and no one to rely on, he's the same to me but more broken and fragile. I needed to help him.
