Coming back
Namjoon
It feels weird coming back to South Korea. I’ve made a name of myself in America. Combing back to my hometown bring back memories. Memories of you.
Walking down the streets of this town I see some of my childhood friends, I greet them and talk to me as if I never left. I don’t ask them about you because I don’t want my heart to be broken.
As I was about to leave Taehyungs house he told me that you were married, and living comfortably with him. I told him goodbye and walked the lonely streets, wondering if you married Hyunjin. He always found a way to talk to you, even when we were dating it was clear he liked you.
I waked all the way until I reached your childhood house, where we spent most of our time in. I fight the feelings of knocking on your door and saying hello to your parents, but I might see you there with your husband.
As I walk away from your house I gong myself in the library, where we had our study dates and our first kiss.
“Namjoon stop we have to get hundreds of we’ll get after school tutorials.” You said, trying to make me stop from looking at you.
“I’ll rather stare at you.” I said, making your checks blush. Suddenly you look at me and feel your lips touch mine.
Our first kiss that lead to multiple.
I then turn my head towards the door when I hear the door opening. My heart drops when I see your body’s outer line but then starts beating when I see your face.
