He loved the quiet. He enjoyed the solace and reveled in the darkness.
Hm, maybe that's how he got here.
Namjoon, from what he remembered, was taking a nice stroll, nothing grand or special. Just clearing his head, feeding here and there but growing tired of the constant busy of "GOD'S" creation; the noises the stupidity, the lack of common sense. Guess his feet saved him from it and thats how he ended up here... at a graveyard.
Eh, not bad.
He sat down at a random tombstone and pulled out a blunt from his pocket, happily lighting it up, before taking a hit and sitting back.
This was the shit.
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