Namjoon's pov

What can I say about my life? It's not really that great. It's not too terrible either. I have friends and my grades are good in school and I'm also a bit popular. I guess you could say my life is pretty great. Except my family isn't.

My parents fight all of the time. They fight about money and one accuses the other of cheating. They also ignore me. They act like I'm not even there. Sometimes I feel like a ghost in my own home.

No one at school knows about this. Not even my friends. As far as anyone is concerned my family is perfect. It's hard sometimes keeping it to myself. I feel like I'm drowning in the stress from school and home.

One night I was in my room in the dark. The only light was from the moonlight coming through my window. My parents were fighting again. I could hear their muffled voices through my door.

I put on my headphones and sat by the window trying to pretend I was anywhere else but here. My house is across the street from a park and from where I'm at I can see the whole thing. Well it's not that hard to see it all since it's not that big in the first place.

I was just sitting there next to the window and listening to music. It was almost working. I could almost pretend I wasn't at home. That was until I heard glass breaking and that meant mom was throwing dishes again. Sometimes I'm surprised we don't go broke from buying new dishes.

I turned the music up a bit louder and looked harder outside. I was focusing so much on the park I almost missed the person sprinting up the street to the park. I couldn't see much of the person since I was so far away but I could tell it was a girl.

She looked around before going into the park. Almost like she was making sure no one followed her. I was curious about this so I decided to follow her. I put on some clothes and threw on my shoes. I didn't bother trying to sneak past my parents. They were too busy yelling at each other.

When I made it outside I quickly jogged into the park and looked around. I don't know why I'm doing this really. There's just something about her that attracts me. I was beginning to think she wasn't actually here when I heard humming.

I followed it and it was her. When I found her she was dancing ballet. It didn't look like any particular dance. Just what she felt like doing. The melody she hummed and the way she danced seemed a bit sad but hopeful, hurting yet happy. She had a small smile and a few tears on her face.

It felt like I was intruding on a private moment so I just stayed hidden and watched. She left after an hour and I returned home. She came back the next couple of nights and I followed her again.

Around this time there was buzz around the school of a new student. I was a bit curious and wondered who it could be. I should have guessed before I saw her that it would be the girl from the park.

But she seemed different here during the day. She looked empty and withdrawn. A complete opposite of how she was at night. Whispers erupted behind her as she walked down the hallway.

"That's the new girl. Lee Y/n."

"My mom said this was the fifth time her and her dad have moved."

"I heard that her dad gets drunk and hits her."

"A friend of mine said they went to the same school as her and she was bullied. My friend said that she didn't have any friends and didn't even bother to try and make any."

I heard these things repeated throughout the day. I found out that she was in a few of my classes so I watched her. She didn't talk or look at anybody and kept to herself. I wondered if what everyone was saying was true. The part of her not wanting friends was true enough. She left as soon as school was over.

Over the next week I continued to watch her. The way she acted from day to night was drastically different. During the day she was emotionless and stiff. At night she was expressive and fluid. I won't deny that she has captured my attention and possibly my heart. Watching her makes me feel connected to her. Like she's speaking a language only I can understand.

One day at school I was walking down the halls when I heard someone yelling.

"Watch where you're going freak!" I heard a crash like someone was pushed against the lockers. I looked around the corner and saw Y/n being held by the collar by a guy I knew was a bully.

"Why aren't you saying sorry huh? What are you a mute? Say! Sorry!" He slammed her against the lockers again and I rushed forward.

I shoved him hard to the ground. "What the hell are you doing? Are you so insecure about yourself you have to pick on a girl?"

"I-I'm sorry Namjoon." He stuttered. I knew he was a bit afraid because me and my friends could kick his ass if we wanted to.

"Get out of here." He nodded and stumbled away. I turned to Y/n and she was looking at the floor shaking. "Are you okay?" I asked softly.

She didn't answer. She just took off running out of the school. I followed her because it was cloudy and supposed to rain soon. By the time I got outside it was raining and she was gone.

I felt like I needed to find her but I didn't really know her and I don't know where she would go when she's upset. Wait. I do know where she would go. Since school was already over I asked my friend Jin if he could drive me to the park.

When we got there I thanked Jin and I hopped out with an umbrella. I ran through the park to where she always went. Sure enough she was there but she wasn't humming or dancing. She was crying. I ran over to her and covered her with the umbrella.

"Why would you come out in this?" I asked.

She looked up at me. "I don't know. Who are you anyways? How did you even know I was here?"

"My name's Namjoon and I'll explain later. For now can you please just come with me out of this weather?" I held out my hand and she looked at it for a minute before slowly reaching out and taking it. I led her back to my place and brought her inside.

I didn't worry about my parents because I knew they would both be at work until later in the night. I led her to the bathroom and gave her a towel. I gave her a pair of sweat pants and a shirt to change into and put her wet clothes into the drier.

We sat on the couch in slightly awkward silence. She kept staring at me and I could tell she was waiting for me to explain. I kept looking away from her. How could I tell her that I watch her dance every night? Just even saying it in my head I sound like a stalker!

Well I could just start off with something simple. Like telling her I liked her. "Y/n. I like you."

Your pov

"Y/n. I like you." Namjoon said.

Your heart stuttered for a second. It was already beating like crazy because of who you're with. But did he really just say that? "What?"

"I know it's sudden but I do." His cheeks turned a bit pink.

"Why?" You wondered how he could like you. You were sure that you both had never really talked before. You didn't talk to anyone. It hurt too much to make friends and they leave after a while.

He sighed and looked away nervously. "I'm gonna be honest. I've seen you at night when you go to the park. I've seen you dance and how open you are. I like seeing everything about you. Even the pain that I can tell you have."

"You like my thorns?" You were a bit surprised. You knew someone was there when you were out at night but you never would have guessed it was him. You also never would have thought he would like what he saw.

"Thorns?" He looked at you a bit confused and you realized used your mom's saying.

"My mom used to say that people wear their pain like thorns. If people get too close they get hurt."

You didn't expect him to get it but when he did you were surprisingly really happy. "And what are you're thorns?"

"I'm sure you've heard the talk around school." He nodded. "It's only half true. My dad does drink but he doesn't hit me and we've only moved twice. We've been a bit of a mess since my mom died. I go out and dance at night because that's what my mom used to have me do when I was upset."

"I do like your thorns. I have thorns too I guess. My parents are constantly fighting. I think they might divorce. I've haven't told anyone this before." He smiled sweetly and you couldn't help smiling either.

"I like your thorns too." His hand was resting beside him on the couch and you put yours over it. Then you suddenly looked out the window and smiled a bit bigger. You stood and lightly tugged on his hand. "The moon is out. Come on. Let's go to the park."

You both walked hand in hand to the place you always went into the park. "But I don't know ballet."

"It's okay. I'll show you a few steps." You slowly hummed as you showed him a few ways to place your feet and hold your arms. You both laughed as he stumbled and messed up. Instead you just hugged him and started swaying. He put his arms around you and followed your lead.

Being with Namjoon in the moonlight made you feel better. You had a feeling that, no matter how many thorns you and him got, you would be able to console each other.

A/n

This story was inspired by Namjoon's Moonchild from his album Mono. I fucking love that song especially the part 'You say you wanna die, but live it much harder' it hits close to home. I'm thinking about doing more song inspired stories. I already have two others in mind. Anyways thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!