Tick tock tick tock
"Tomorrow it would be sunny in the morning and..."
Tap tap tap
Tap tap tap
Creakkkk......
"Aishhhh" Namjoon frustratedly groaned out while throwing his pen away. He's too distract to focus on writing lyrics. Everything annoys him.
He reached out to grab the remote and turn the TV off. Lazily stood up and went into the kitchen, he needs some coffee to clear up his mind.
Namjoon carefully poured the hot water into the cup filled with dried instant coffee then take a spoon to stir up his drink. Taking a small sips from the cup, he winced at the taste then decided to put some sugar in.
Instead of going back to the living room, he headed to the small balcony near it. He silently enjoying the view while sipping on the coffee delicately. Thoughts invaded his mind despite the beauty of the serene night city.
"Look, I like you. Not the friend way of liking. It's the like where I want to hold you, touch you and make you mine."
A heaving sighed escaped Namjoon's mouth. This is tiring, he thought. Maybe he shouldn't have said that in the first place? It's not easy for anyone to accept the fact that their feeling were denied after all. Even he himself had experience it once...
Namjoon glance back at the entrance door, no sign of anyone coming. He turned back to the view with a heavy mind. Hoseok hasn't come home yet and it's already 12:00 pm, he thought. He was worried about what Hoseok could probably doing outside now. Knowing the male he must've gone to a bar or something...
Either way, Namjoon knew he shouldn't interfered. He shouldn't go to the bar to tell Hoseok to go home or comfort him. He's not in the position to and he shouldn't lift Hoseok up with false hope, he's not that type of person.
That's why he decided to go home and write some lyrics, things he did when he feel stress. But this time the hobby aint working at all, he get distracted a lot and no words come up.
Sipping the last gulp, he put the cup down on the small table placed beside him. A memory hit him, the event reminds him of him. The fragment of memory that he wanted to buried deep inside but unwelcomingly, it came back to slap on his face.
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"I-I like you!"
"Huh? What nonsense are you spouting Namjoon this is not funny."
"I don't... I really like you."
"What?"
"...Y-you heard me."
"Oh my god ew you were gay all this time??? Stay away from me from now on please I play with you because I thought you were cool to hang out with. Turned out this happened urghhh."
"W-wait-"
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"Pfft did you know that the Kim Namjoon is gay?"
Stop
"Urghh I was thinking about confess to him but now he's gay? What the hell?"
Please
"Such a faggot."
Stop it
"He should go fuck himself haha!"
I said stop it!!!
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAH-
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"STOP IT!!!" He screamed, veins popped out as his face scrunched up in pure agony. His hand clenched tightly to the balcony. The memory still haunting him till today, nightmares never end, he shut himself in because of that too. It's the main reason why he had such a small cycle of friend. That's why he felt guilty, guilty for refuse Hoseok feelings. He wanted to comfort him to tell his friend that it's fine things happen, but he's not in the position to, someone else has to do it and he hopes Hoseok will find that person soon...
Namjoon breath became even again after the screaming session, he decided to head back in. His head is hurting from all of the ruckus and he needs rest. Namjoon mind however won't let him and keep on wandering with thoughts.
He moved out to proof his independence, but now he's not sure if it's the right thing to do. Namjoon understood that it was too late to turn back anyway, his family has disowned him from the incident and that's the reason why he has to change school.
Namjoon make a beeline to the living room, dropping himself on the comfortable couch. He stayed their for awhile, try to focus on any sound around but the memory keep rewind again and again like a broken disk. He hated it.
He wanted to scream again, to punch that guy, to slap at anyway who insults him for being gay. He wanted to fight, to stand up, to throw some sense into those shallow people.
Yet he stayed silent, endure it. He endure it, keep on until his mind wanted to explode. How ironic.
The event happened quite awhile ago, now it came back and it scares him.
Deep inside Namjoon's heart, he seek for comfort.
He knew that it was very selfish of him in this situation, but his memories are haunting him. He wanted some warmth, some love, some comfort.
He don't care if it's anyone. Someone, just came here and tell him that he's fine and that everything is fine. He needs it so much right now it seemed desperate.
Suddenly he heard a few knocks on the entrance door. He hastily stood up and ran to the door. Hesitate to open it, he stared at the door for a while before another knock echoed through the room that he decided to open it.
Clack. The door opened.
Stood there were the most two handsome men he's ever met. Taehyung and Seokjin.
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This chapter is absolute trash.
My writting arghhhh!!!! I hate it so much, I tried to improve it but it turns out worst.
I'm so sorry you guys have to endure this, I'll try to improve. I really do.
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