Secrets [NAMJIN]

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"... popular, the best seller in many countries and yet controversial writer, Kim Namjoon to return to Korea after almost twelve years staying in the States. It is reported that he will be in the country by tomorrow to release his book, 'Everythingoes' which has been a bestseller in many other countries. According to sources, he will-"

"Yah! Why did you close the tv?"

"I have to concentrate."

"Then go to your office."

"So that you can watch the news again. No way. You have a press conference in ten minutes. Get ready."

He sighed, "I don't want to."

"I know hyung. But they want to see their favourite party president address Seoul. So stop being a child and be The Kim Seokjin they want."

Seokjin looked out of the window, "Can I quit, Yoongi?"

Yoongi looked at him apologetically, "I wish I could say yes."

Seokjin stood and wore a black suit that was hanging on the chair's back. He put up a fake smile and threaded his fingers through his hair to set them. He was about to go when he stopped and looked back, "Cancel all my meetings after this. I am tired."

Yoongi nodded and started making calls here and there to cancel the meetings.

The press conference went well as always. Seokjin listed his propagandas for his campaign and smiled at a few females and greeted the children with a warm smile. He answered some of the most useful as well as useless questions by the media. In the car back to home, he sighed and loosened his tie, "Minho, take to the cafe."

The car stopped in front of his favourite cafe and he smiled. A real smile. It was always his favourite for years. There were so many memories linked with it. He opened his tie and took off his suit. As he was entering he also opened the first two buttons of his dress shirt and folded the sleeves to his elbow.

The cafe had not changed in years. That was the only reason he loved coming back to it. To relieve the moments he had in the past. To make himself feel better.

He smiled at the man behind the counter, "Hey, Soobin. How are you?"

The man smiled back, "Oh, hey hyungnim. I am fine. The usual?"

Seokjin nodded and stood there for the order to be made.

Soobin put the cup of tea and hot chocolate on the counter. When Seokjin tried to take the coffee, he was stopped by Soobin, "I am sorry, it's for someone else."

Seokjin smiled, "No problem."

He was going to turn back but ran into someone. When he looked at the person, he felt every ounce of soul punched out of his body. There was a girl standing in front of him. She must have been 15-16 years old. The girl was the prettiest person he had ever seen. She was wearing a beautiful blue oversized sweatshirt and black jeans. She had blue-ish grey eyes and long straight hair. 

The girl bowed politely, "I am sorry. I was not looking."

Seokjin shook his head and bowed back, "No, no. I am sorry. I was lost in thoughts."

The girl smiled, "It's okay. It's nice to be free from mundane life and get lost in our little world."

Seokjin chuckled, "You are smarter for your age."

The girl giggled, "I have heard that a lot."

Soobin interrupted them, "Your order, young lady."

She took the coffee and hot chocolate, "Thank you Soobin oppa."

Seokjin smiled at her, "Do you come here often?"

The girl shook her head, "I just landed in Korea. My dad loves this place, so we came here to have some drinks."

Seokjin nodded, "Ah! Enjoy your drinks."

The girl smiled and went to some booth after bowing to Seokjin. Seokjin was lost. The girl had a very pretty dimple. He was always weak for them. Seokjin released a laboured breath and looked at Soobin as he gave Seokjin's order. Seokjin thanked him and went to his car. "Ah, she made my day. Let's go home Minho."

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Thunder.

He was always anxious when there was a thunderstorm. The thunders always gave him goosebumps and the rain accompanied by it had a saddening aura. No one was at home with him and he felt like dying. Maybe it was the time to leave the world. He quivered as he looked at his gun and pointed it on his head. Was it worth taking his own life? Was he ever needed in someone's life? There were so many out there whom he must have hurt. It doesn't matter if it was intentional or not. He knew he had hurt countless lives.

He switched the safety lock-off. The click resonated in the empty room. The finger was on the trigger.

Thunder.

Gunshot.

But it wasn't his gun. He was still alive. What happened? He threw the gun from his hand and ran towards the voice. His heart was racing like it would jump out of the body anytime. He ran at the speed that was foreign to him. As he reached the source, he saw a dead body. A pink sticky note attached to it. "You are next, Songjae."

There were claps and camera flashes around Namjoon as he completed reading a portion of his book and smiled. Dimples prominent on his cheeks and shyness in his eyes. Namjoon bowed and went near the audience.

The reporters started asking him questions and he very easily answered them. "Do you know the party president of Seoul, Kim Seokjin is a huge fan of yours?"

Namjoon's smile fell. But he regained his posture and smiled again, "I don't trust politicians."

"That's a very strong statement to say."

Namjoon tried hard to not roll his eyes, "I know. Next question please."

"Are you permanently residing in Korea?"

"Yes."

"Is it true that you had a history with Kim Seokjin?"

Namjoon couldn't control but roll his eyes, "No comments. Thank you for coming." He bowed to them, collected his book and glasses and started walking off the stage.