"it must have been hard for you." namjoon jumped at the voice of a person close by.

he looked up to see a boy standing on his right, his bike clutched in one of his palms. a small flower bouquet was held in the other. he wore a dark blue jacket with a white shirt underneath. he had light hazel hair with brown strands.

"you've done well." he said, eyeing namjoon.

namjoon used his sleeve to wipe his face from tears and got up, cleaning his back from dirt that got stuck on his coat.
"it's none of your business." he said, beginning to walk away.

"you know, my problems are quite similar to yours." the boy continued, looking over at the gravestone right next to namjoon's parents'. namjoon stopped walking, though his sight was fixed in front of him instead of the boy behind him.

"my parents died when I was twelve. my grandparents abandoned me and called me a burden." he chuckled. "life was pretty awful for me as well, lad."

"you think i care?" namjoon asked.

"yes, I do in fact. why wouldn't you?"

"why would I?"

"why wouldn't you?"

"but why would I?"

"why wouldn't you?"

"you're impossible." namjoon stated and began walking away once again. the boy  quickly placed the now withering bouquet on his parents' grave and followed up with namjoon.

"so, what's your name?" he asked.

"i can't find a reason to tell you that."

"can you find a reason not to tell me that though?"

"ugh..whatever." namjoon growled.

"so are you planning on telling me that?"

"kim namjoon."

"oh! we're both kim's I see. i'm kim taehyung. pleasure to meet you."
he smiled a box-like smile and walked out of the graveyard with namjoon.

"yeah sure." namjoon let out a  scornful laugh.

"so, kim namjoon.." taehyung started.
"how did you lose them- your parents I mean." he trailed off.

"I mean, my mother had cancer, and my father committed suicide after knowing she was ill."

namjoon's eyes widened.

"he's an idiot, right?"
taehyung laughed while rubbing the back of his neck. namjoon nodded his head slightly.

"yeah.." namjoon slightly uttered.

"if you don't want to talk about it, it's fine." taehyung smiled weakly." how old are you, namjoon?"

"twenty three."

the dirty blonde haired male replied, while the brunette just let out a simple "ah" and continued walking with the older male.

not matching his expectations, namjoon asked him back.
"how old are you ?"

taehyung smiled gently,

"twenty one."