I always wanted to become a painter. An artist for a living. But my parents were very against it. So against it that they said that if I didn't pursue medical, I couldn't stay in the house. Namjoon once accidentally saw my sketchbook and from that time onwards, he just went crazy for my drawing. I even drew him and gave it to him as a cheer up gift after his parents threw away his most precious compositions. That was the first time I saw him cry. His passion for music was immense. I comforted him, for a while forgetting my own pain.

It was ,I guess,  a month later or so he got to know about my offensive parents. He was extremely shocked. Just like a caring friend, he tried to divert my mind from miseries and took me to my favourite places, occasionally crashing at the arcade for a quick game battle (which I won anyways).

What if we merged our passion? That was what we thought and started doing it. He wrote lyrics with a little bit of help from me and I, in turn made various album covers , which he could use in the future, perhaps. 

After highschool, we decided to live together. Working part time jobs together to pay the rent. Me pursuing arts and cut ties with my parents, him pursuing music, creating lit raps and using his 148 IQ to create some dope beats.

Then a miracle happened. In 2010, he got accepted in a small label called Bighit. We were elated. Even though we would or may lose contact, we just knew that no matter what, we supported each other by heart.

Last time I saw him was at my exhibition. Yes, in 2015-16 I guess. BTS made a huge hit and staying in contact with Namjoon, or RM as he was called, became difficult. I also was leading quite a successful career. 

As of now, in present I mean, I roamed around the middle school. It was this precise day I saw Namjoon. 8th June. Looking through the now empty corridors, nostalgia hit me. Tears of joy brimmed into my eyes. Walking a little further, I see a tall man standing in the exact same position where I saw Namjoon for the first time. Somehow, I knew who the man was. Approaching him, I say, "Hey,"

Namjoon replies, "Long time no see Y/N"

~The End~