Namjoon was about to leave early that morning. He took his keys, his backpack and made his way to the train station.

He was glad Jinsol was the first and last person he was seeing lately.

Before he could step a single foot out of the door, the only female voice at home called him and it sent chills down his spine. He didn’t care about it, so he continued his way.

“Namjoon, Kim Namjoon,” she approached him and her hand touched his arm.

He stepped backwards.

“Don’t touch me and don’t talk to me,” he warned. It disgusted him in every possible way to see her there, sleeping comfortably on Jin’s bed while Jin was sleeping on the couch, eating there like Jin didn’t have enough paying their own bills.

“I’m sorry about everything,” her voice came out as a whisper and she raised her head to look at him. There were still bruises covering her face, and her jaw was so prominent due to her thinness. But that wasn’t enough, so he turned around and closed the door like nothing happened there.

More than any other day, he truly didn’t want to go back home. He decided to wait for Jinsol outside her school before she could go home, so maybe he could talk to her and lighten his feelings. It always helped anyway.

She smiled eagerly and walked to him, raising her eyebrows expectantly, like she knew he was there for a reason but still wanted Namjoon to say it himself. He quietly leaded her to cross the street and guided her to his studio. It was new for her, but she didn’t hesitate and followed him with no worries.

Yoongi was there, and he waved at her while he was nodding his head. He was carefully listening to something, so she guessed he was working on his music. She knew he didn’t like to be interrupted, so she only bowed before heading back to Namjoon.

“I finished this today,” he said as he put the headphones for Jinsol and pressed the play button.  

“Lost in life, lost in you. I don't know if I've lost the way or if from the beginning I was lost. Even when I'm with someone, one corner of my heart is lonely. The fact that I was born is frightening. Death hurts too badly and the present is too lonely. Where is my meaning? Where is my heart? In this vast universe, I’m endlessly drifting.”

He waited anxiously. It made him even more nervous to see her frowning and trying to figure out something. He felt so proud of that song, though. He couldn’t think of what he would do if she didn’t like it.

Would he cry or something? Man, maybe he would.

She finally took off the headphones and shook her head to fix her hair. She opened and examined Namjoon’s reaction carefully, but she hesitated and her frown turned deeper.

“Just say it, it , doesn’t it?” Namjoon threw himself on the chair in resignation. So that’s how rejection feels like. She rejected his song and that was exactly the same as rejecting him. He felt like eating ten bowls of ice cream and another one of kimchi.

She sat down on the floor in an Indian position, looking up at Namjoon as she kind of pouted. He knew she wasn’t really trying to be cute, it was probably just a habit, but he noticed and it always made him think she was too adorable for words. She was mature yet at the same time, she was too innocent and naïve.

It always made him question how they could get along that well when they were two different species, two different poles, like parallel lines that are never meant to touch.

“You never told me you could sing,” she said lightheartedly. The offense in her voice was jokingly there, and he let out a deep breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

He smiled at her and he noticed the small dimples next to the corners of her lips. Everything was so easily noticeable these days when it came to her. He didn’t remember being that observant before.

“I didn’t think you would realize it was me,” he shrugged off.

“I don’t have any complains this time,” she extended her hand and moved it a little when Namjoon stayed still. “Good Job, Kim Namjoon.”

He took it and they shook hands like they had just closed a deal. That was her very first time not noticing something off. Every time he asked her to approve a song, whether it was Yoongi’s work or his own, she usually found something to correct. She said it on her own way, without professional words, but it was good enough. “Thank you, Choi Jinsol.”

To: Jinsol

Don’t go home alone, okay? I must be free in 10 minutes.

(22:25)

He was still upset that he had to stay in the company until late at night so he could hand in the song to his boss. He was so done with being only the assistant of an assistant or something like that, he knew he was way better than that lame title. Right there, the idea of going to college crossed his mind and seemed to be a pretty good idea.

When Mr. Bang listened to the song, he looked quite impressed. He moved his head to the rhythm and ended up giving Namjoon a thumbs up. That was how far Mr. Bang would ever go when he was approving something, so it was a good sign.

Jinsol hadn’t answered his message, and it worried him that she might left on her own, so he cut off Mr. Bang and told him he had something to do.

He walked to the library, where Jinsol was supposed to be, but she wasn’t there. Then he called her again to check if maybe she had left already, but her phone kept ringing and ringing.

She wasn’t the kind to do that.

He tried to figure out which way she could have took, and he came to the conclusion that she probably walked to the train station. He followed their usual route, and he kept calling her just in case.

He had a very bad feeling about this. The closer he got to the station, the more he felt like something was terribly wrong. He felt his soul back at his body when he got a message from Jinsol. It was a location and it was only a few blocks away. The message didn’t say anything else, so he rushed and ran there.

He looked around, but he couldn’t see anything for a while until someone came running and hugged him tightly. He didn’t have time to react, she was crying and shaking so bad, he didn’t dare to let her go.

“Jinsol, what…“ Before he could finish, he heard a couple steps from behind and Jinsol tensed. Namjoon turned around and she hid behind his back.

He was shocked to see Wonwoo there. He was Jin’s old friend? Or however Jin wanted to call him. He didn’t think they had met personally, but he had heard about him, and he had seen pictures as well.

 “The ?” That’s how much Namjoon could say. He was too shocked. He turned around and focused on Jinsol. Her hair was messy a