Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
Hands down one of the most interesting chapters for me to write. (And one of the longest ever...)
Namjoon was never meant to be that big of a main character, but it just felt right to switch to his POV for a change.
Ready to finally solve the mystery that is Kim Namjoon?
Then get ready.
oh... and fair warning:
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
NAMJOON POV
It was quiet.
So, so quiet.
I took another long, long drag from my cigarette, watching the smoke form clouds in front of me.
The night was fresh, but not cold, the air actually carrying a calming scent as it blew through my hair. And the sky- beautiful tonight.
The moon stood high on a cloudless sky, the stars twinkling down at me.
I wasn't a superstitious person- my mind would not allow me to be. But tonight, it almost felt like those stars were gifting me some company. Offering me some comfort as I waited alone. Waited for my death.
I had often wondered about it. Used to think dying for revenge was a good way to go. And back then, I had been prepared to do so.
How wrong I was! Revenge had nothing over finding family. True family.
Dying for them- I smiled a little. Yes... yes. Dying for them would not be so bad.
My only regret was that they had to find a way to live without me. My only fear, deep rooted and taking my air, was that they would fall apart over my loss or get hurt on this last mission I sent them to.
If I had seen another way to end this, I would have taken that road. But Suho forced my hand.
And so here I was, sitting under the Canopy, waiting for the inevitable. I had little hope, despite knowing I wouldn't go down with a fight.
Would try to win, even if it was hopeless. Because Suho would have made sure I stood no chance. Would most likely bring back-up. The more the better, because that meant the others at the docks would not have so much trouble.
I lost myself in all my feelings for one last time.
Thought about all those beautiful, unique souls I found. Souls which had been burdened by darkness, but still managed to shine so bright, much like these stars in the sky, surrounded by eternal, endless darkness.
I thought about Jin.
The boy who brought me back from my darkest place. Made me see what was worth fighting for. Made me want to help again, instead of destroy. Who, after all that happened in his childhood, still acted like such a child sometimes, carefree and unburdened- ridiculous to a point where it always made me smile.
