𝚓𝚎𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚟
"What happened?" I ask him as I let my thumb softly and comfortly caress his back through his leather jacket.
"I got scolded by Bang PD and our choreographer."
"Why Joon?" I soflty ask him, guiding him toward the bench.
We sit down and I position his head on my shoulder, I grab a hold of his left hand and I start fiddling with his fingers and playing with the rings that adorn his big hand.
"They think I've been elsewhere with my head, they think that I haven't been giving my all lately. They think I'm not working hard enough, they think that I don't care anymore."
I can hear him softly whimper, he looks at how I'm playing with his fingers and hand accessories and he starts to smile but I'm unable to see it.
"They're wrong, you're the most hardworking person I've ever met. You're passionate and determined about your carreer, you always give your best whether you feel like it or not, you never show someone that you can't go on anymore, you always keep going." I say as I keep all my attention on his hand.
"I admire you, they way you sacrifice your own health for you friends, your family, it really speaks to me." I let go of his hand and carefully remove his head from my shoulder.
I take his cheecks in between my hands and force him to look at me. "It's okay to cry, it shows me how you feel. It's okay to not be okay."
"You deserve the world and all it's love, Kim Namjoon and never let anyone make you think that you don't." I wipe away a lost tear on his cheeck as I pull him in for hug.
He puts his arms around my waist again and I put my arms around his neck.
He burries his face into the croock of my neck and I can feel his warm breath fan my skin.
"Thank you Jeomi, I really needed this."
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