Namjoon's POV

I was exhausted after everything today. After a brief explanation of my day to my mom, eating dinner, and showering, I was pooped. I lay on my back flopped out on the top of my bedspread on my bed, the cool sheets feeling refreshing.

I scroll through facebook, giving a sigh. I see my old friend's smiling faces, recent posts wishing the past 48 hours, and it looks as though they have barely notice the absence of my presence. I scroll a bit more and my breath gets caught in my throat. One year from today I made a post.

My father's smiling face shines from my screen, along with mine. His black hair blown back in the wind, along with my black hair. It was about a month before I had dyed it blonde, unable to stand seeing such a likeness to my father in the mirror.

'One of the best winter days seen in years, spending some time with my dad!'

The caption had read. I can remember that day clearly in my mind, the cool breeze on my face, whistling past my ears, the warm sun on my neck, and the warm firm grip of my father's arm as we walked. He had loved walking in the nice weather. He never saw the sense in buying a treadmill, or anything to that nature, because as he said,

"We have this beautiful world around us, always changing, different terranes and lifestyles, walking around having this experience is all you need."

I always agreed 100%.

This was one of the last things I did with my dad before he died about a month later. No matter how much his father would have told me not to, I would never forgive, or stop hating the drunk driver who killed him. Never. The jail sentence received was not enough in my eyes. He needed to experience what my dad went though, only that would be true justice. My dad did nothing, he was just driving home after a long day of work, and some reckless drunk person destroyed everything he knew. I start to take deep breathe to suppress this rising anger, when I hear a gentle knock on my door.My mom cracks the door open enough to pop her head through.

"Joonie, we have guests, can you come downstairs please?" she asks me.

"Who is it?" I ask, not currently feeling in the mood for guests.

"Our neighbors, Jin and his mother Layana, they brought us some pie they made." she said starting to walk away, signaling me to follow.

I quickly regroup, and put on my smile, Jin didn't do anything wrong, and I really owe him anything at this point. The thought of seeing him made me smile. I really liked his company, even though I had only known him really for a day. I pull my bedroom door close behind me and quickly make my way down the stairs.

I smile at the sight of his light brown hair. He hears me behind them, and turns around. I can't hide the cringe. A huge pang of guilt strikes me, his eye looks terrible. I did that to him, before I can bite my tongue, and run up to him and apologize over and over again. I know I saw him earlier, but the mark seems to be getting worse. He laughs and tells me not to worry about it.

I then turn to greet his mother. Jin looks a lot like her, they share the same eyes and smile. I can tell she is in her 40's, and the crows feet in the corners of her eyes stand out when she smiles.

"So you are the boy who assaulted my son with a citrus fruit?" she says, laughing. I feel my face burn in embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry, I wish we could have met without me having a reputation like that." I say, following with nervous laughter.

Soon my nerves fade. We are all sitting in the living room discussing our lives, and it almost feels like we have been family friends for years. After our mother trade our basic facts about our situations, where they grew up, and most regrettably, embarrassing baby stories about Jin and I, we decide to retire to the kitchen for some of the pie they brought.

I smile as we walk into the kitchen, excited to have some pie. I could already taste it! I playfully nudge and bump into Jin, and he laughs and returns my actions. Our moms laugh at our boy-like behavior, but his mom gives him a gentle reminder to take it easy to follow the nurse's orders.

"It's a shame your other son Taehyung was too busy with schoolwork to accompany us tonight, I hope to see him soon," my mom says to Layana, "Your boys are welcome here anytime."

"Thank you! Namjoon is welcome in our home as well." she replies with a warm smile. I cannot help smiling knowing I will have easy access and time to spend with Tae, and especially Jin.

"Why don't you get some forks for us to use Namjoon?" Jin asks, nudging me towards the kitchen drawers. It is very quick, but I thought I saw a glint of mischief in his eyes, well, the eye that isn't swollen shut.

"Okay, okay!" I say as I open a drawer and take out a handful of forks. As I turn around I am greeted by Jin's huge smiling face, and a millisecond later, red crusty mush.