MAKI NG  H ISTORY;

Slaps echoed down the deserted alley followed by kicks and screams.

Namjoon took it all. The punches. The curses. He took them all.

He never intended for this to happen. Namjoon just wanted to prove that his existence meant something. Just wanted to make history; to leave his mark.

So he did. But the history ended up as her memories; the marks, her scars. He'd branded her, his own lover.

Namjoon regretted his decision so much. But he didn't say anything–couldnt say anything. He only watched as the once beautiful girl cried miserably and release the collar of his rumpled shirt. She drunkenly leaned against the dirty, graffitied wall parallel to his, dying right in front of him.

Namjoon hung his head in shame.

She was breathing, yes, but she wasn't alive.

Not anymore.

Word Count: 135

A/N:

...I don't really know what I was doing XD This drabble was inspired by a quote that I don't quite remember and so...yeah. For those of you out there who don't know, Rap Monster's real name is Namjoon~ :)