Bangtwice Imagines -slow update -

Namjeong: Friend

This is the first time I've ever been in a cemetery before... I didnt even come here for my father's death, so why?

Pictures of the old us got me feeling older~

Just thought you should now,
I never wanted closure.

"Shit" I shake my head, putting the umbrella over my head and trying to block out the music that was playing of the speaker.

"Where is that coming from? Why would this disrespectful idiot play music near a cemetery?" I cursed loudly, not caring about how the Christians that just came out of the church looked at me in shame and disappointment.

Wtf. I rolled my eyes and glared at them.

"Mind your fucking business, I'm a Christian and I curse, so what? Are you gonna call the priest? No need cause I'll gladly play the Ouiji board and summon a fucking demon." I said to them, spitting out the words without even trying to filter them.

"Now look the fuck away before I call the cult leaders and tell them to pick your eyeballs out."

That did the shit. They scurried away quickly, moving away from where I was standing and covering their children's eyes. As if I was a monster that could possess their children,

Well after I said that, of course they would be scared of you dumbass.

"Annoying little asshole."

But you had no problem leaving,

Now I'm the one to feel it~

I walk forward, not caring of how the rain is pouring heavily against the umbrella, my blonde bob-cut flying everywhere as the wind makes fun of my misery. The black trenchcoat swaying with the wind as the boots I'm wearing step on large puddles of rain water. The liquid splashing everywhere and my leggings underneath getting wet but I'm too lazy to even care. Guess I'll just worry about it later.

I just cant believe
you dont know what I'm feelin'

Guess you got the best of this~

Pickin' up the pieces,
you just wanna leave 'em

Killin' me a little bit~

"UGH! SHUT UP!" I groan in frustration, grabbing onto my hair and pulling at as I let the umbrella rest don my shoulder, the wind threatening to take it away but like who cares at this point.

I walk away from the music, moving closer to the cemetery but the music just gets louder,

Who the fuck wants me to die early, huh?

I heave myself a loud sigh, the frustration starting to build up as the song keeps on playing.

And I hate the way you love me
And I hate that I still care...

Funny how you felt like we would ever talk again,

"How could you think I'd be your friend~"