After Namjoon died. Y/N couldn't concentrate on anything. She kept blaming herself for the cause.
He committed suicide.
Moths past and she still was mourning. Staying in her room, not eating. Her heart wrenched for the boy. The boy who could cuddle her late at night. Let her sleep in his arms. Act freely without any judgment. He would be silly just to make her smile. He would worry about her before himself. It was a blinding love.

(Italics Means Flashback Loves)
"Namjoon!" Y/N called to her lover. It had been over 10 minuets since he left for the 'bathroom' their drinks were getting cold and she was getting impatient. She walked upstairs. It was completely silent.
"Namjoonie?" She called again to the silent darkness. She has gotten no response. She was worried. Where was the boy that would return every time. A wide smile sprawled across his face just seeing her. Only to be returned by a heart melting smile by herself. Her breath had gotten shaky with fear.
She opened the door. There was Namjoon. Laying unconscious on the floor. Blood spilling from his wrists. A empty orange pill bottle sit before him.
"Oh my god." You whispered pulling Namjoon into your lap.
"Namjoon!" You looked for a pulse all over his body. But found nothing.
"NAMJOON!" Y/N shrieked.
"No please! Namjoon No! Where did my happy boy go!?" She sobbed into his shoulder. His body was cold... lifeless.

As Y/N walked to school a nearby elderly couple walked up to Y/N.
"Y/N!" They said in unison.
"Where is that boy your always so happy with?" They asked. Your heart sunk and you felt tears jump to your eyes.
It was true you were never happy without Namjoon. Never.
"He's Gone... He's Dead."
That was true also. Y/N's Smiley boyfriend had killed himself. The boy that seemed happy almost all the time.
Was never there again.
Where was that boy? Dead.