Euphoria

Chapter One - Is this the right Decision?

Disclaimer : Hello everyone!

First, to get to know each other, feel free to drop a comment about why and how you became a fan of RM - Kim Namjoon and BTS. 

I knew I was a fan of their music when I first understood the depth of the lyrics they write and everything that they stand for. I love their courage that keeps them going.

It makes me very happy that you have decided to check this story out, I do hope that you will like it. Before you go on, I'd like to remind that this is only a fanfiction. The Kim Namjoon I write about and the Kim Namjoon (RM) we know, might be two different people or completely similar as well, we will never know. So I want you to read with caution. Nothing I write will imply the truth about Kim Namjoon we all love, so I urge you to not get offended or wronged by my perception of it. I am hoping that this will help me with my writing and help get over my writers block. I absolutely love Namjoon and his lyrics.

So if you think that you could possibly get offended by a slightly different opinion or perspective, do not read it. It is all a fanfiction at the end of the day.

Also make sure to like and comment if you like the story! Will  keep me motivated to have the story going.

Happy Reading to you all! 

Much love! :) <3

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Almost everything has a rhythm to it, an innate tone. Sometimes each noise, each note is in perfect sync. You hear them when you aren't in the least aware of their presence. Each particle that vibrates creates a disturbance - a huge invisible wave emanating from a tiny disruption, so minute that we fail to see it happen. We don't acknowledge their existence, not until they beg to be heard. Its a chaos unseen. Some sounds we hear due to them and others we hear because of pure nostalgia.

Like the swoosh of the wind and the rustle of leaves. The whispers of the ocean kissing a goodbye to every inch of gravel and then the sharp noise of a pebble or two cutting through the water. The laughter of those who shot the stones and the gurgle of water as the rocks sink in. Then there is a tone, almost mute but first a sigh followed by a smile, that is painted by the sudden unveiling of a fuzzy moment. Twinkle of the stars that you left behind but never really let pass. Someday, when the sun is at the brightest and the world more than assumes that you are okay, and fails to comprehend that along with the light comes the heat; On every such day, the twinkle of these fading stars will glint at you, letting you appreciate the darkness as much.

As the moment twirled and danced in his head, he couldn't help but remember how they would all run away from the bank of the river and merrily listen to the crunch of dry leaves under their chapped boots. The sweet aroma of that summer afternoon teased his nostrils, he almost smelled it before it went away. There were two noises that he had mostly come to hear and appreciate. One, the strums of guitar that always held him dazed; Two, the cheers of a crowd. As much as he loved all that he did, he needed a break, or at least everyone thought so.

He did not in any way not appreciate all that had happened to him, the band was more than what he could have ever asked for.

When his band mates had talked about taking a small vacation, everyone but him wanted to catch up with what they had left behind, a little reunion with the people and places that they yearned to be with. No matter how well you fit in another beautiful place, there always is a part of you- a tiny or gigantic piece-that will want everything else to be the same forever - a broken recorder that cannot help but rewind; a moment stuck in a photograph.