"See those handcuffs there? Bring it here and tie me."
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RM...He was known for his great leadership in BTS for how smoothly he ran and was the backbone of his group.
However, disbandment brought some changes in him and ARMYs felt him being dist...
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NJ : You must be tired. Sleep well.
For the first time it appeared so to Seol Ah, that he directly put her question off. It took a second to register, but she eventually accepted it to respect his secrecy.
Noodles were soggy.
She frowned and quietly had it without any complaints for the cause was no one, but herself.
A day of paced down work, there was a rise in the graph once again as after a long time, Namjoon decided to have a concert for his new album. It was a year long project and was adored by him. Since, he put in all different shades of emotions, which painted in him in that length of time.
Moreover, he felt the high need to meet his admirers and perform for them, no longer keeping them in wait.
The fandom was in pure bliss of the much awaited announcement and patiently looked forward to the final day.
There was not a minute that Namjoon spared himself to rest. Vocal practices to sound good, work outs to stance and appear lively, food diets to have a perfect shape on the D-Day. Apart from that, he was having film projects for a music video he wanted for the title song-'말'(words)-alongside a concept photo-shoot.
It was the first time, he was shooting a music video for his solo albums and was a little unsure of the whole idea. Seol Ah, sharing her thoughts, further encouraged him into it. She shed light on its perk, that it would give his listeners a chance to get closer and connect to the sentiments, he had tried to emphasize in this album.
All these stressful and exhausting hours kept him barred and mostly outdoors, for quite a few days. And, could be roughly counted as weeks.
Until for the 'untils'.
There was an unforeseen rogue wave, that swum over in a flash of events and washed him all the way. His hopes, his plans, his confidence were drowned to suffocation by a news flooding all over the internet.
He was home at an unusual time and quietly marched to his studio. Paying no heed to his manager on the couch, who was talking to the reporters about the matter. While trying her best to handle the situation with the show producers and directors cancelling him out of their schedules, she noticed his arrival and followed his walk through her eyes with an obvious concern and worry.
In a while with the shower of calls coming to an end, she sighed although not in a relief. However, his worry replaced her discontent as she walked up to his studio.
His side profile was presented towards her, while he was looking straight at the empty guitar stand. His focused gaze were piercing it through, as he held an odious yet calm face.
