Namgi (247 namgi stories)
It was buzz in his ear as soon as he fell onto the floor. “I can’t hear you,” he said while even he himself can’t hear his own voice. Namjoon froze with wide eyes and knitted brows. That this life is coffee that i never ordered The death is like an americano which can't be refilled Are you sure you are alive?
in the winter, we.
The fingertips were held gently just barely, just to keep him around. That morning, he woke him up with the jazz music he recommended him six years ago.
(Told from the point of view of Namjoon's journal) Maybe not everything is right around here...
He can see everything up from the stage: the audience, the light sticks, another artists, their empty seat, the lighting, s, but himself. Maybe that was what you called as losing yourself. There were so much to feel he felt so numb.
In the end, even if the cry was the one that telling him that he was alive, he still didn’t want to see him crying.
“Do you really think we’re that distant that you need an actual time to have a heart to heart talk with me..?” “So.. how are you doing?"
The smoke was up in the air..
Namjoon wished for it, he actually got it.
“if you wanted, i’d pluck constellations out of the sky for you.” or in which namjoon is possessive and yoongi is fond
“What are you doing with my hoodie?”. "Stupid".
“I mean, a little bit over sized, but still good”
I promised I wouldn't do anything anymore, but drunk Yoongi in silk robes is invading my mind. I don't know where it came from.