Ten minutes ago, Jin hyung went out to the living room where I was, bringing a glass of refreshment with him. He offered it to me with an apologetic yet encouraging look on his face and said,

"Here, drink this. Don't take it all on yourself, Namjoon. If you want to talk, you can talk to me. But as I see it, you'd rather be alone for now so I'm going to leave you be. You're doing well." 

"Thanks, hyung," I said, managing a little smile. But it was impossible not to take it all on myself. Mad thoughts keep filling up inside of my head, I'm going insane. I have never felt so hopeless. I planted both my hands on the table in front of me for support but before I could get up, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I picked up.

"Hey Namjoon." It was a girl's voice. "I'm at the skate park... Wanna hang?" she continued.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there."

"Okay. Same spot," and she hung up.

I grabbed my sweatshirt, put on some shoes and went for my bike. It was cold outside. Refreshing, I thought, although not quite. It was not enough to wipe away all these problems and the exhausted look on my face. But it was nice.

I arrived at the skate park, aimed for the edge of the bleachers and sat right beside the old tree. I looked left and right, searching for a familiar face. Where is she? I thought. She said 'same spot.'

"Heya, dimples," Hanna greeted from behind with a playful smirk. She took a glance at my direction and she could immediately tell that something's not right.

"Things are getting tough, huh? Whatever it is, it's not the worst," she said, looking straight ahead, watching a group of skaters do some tricks. I glanced at her and can't help but not