namjoon read somewhere that writers were supposed to make readers feel something. like this flicker of flame that will ignite their soul and question the life they're living. like rupi kaur or lang leav. but then there's osamu dazai.
but what is he? where does namjoon belong?
when he writes, is it to ignite the flame or put it out? is it for his readers' flame or his own?
namjoon glanced at his hand, palm filled with invisible cuts, invisible blood trickling down his arm like the sight he's always seen.
what's new about it? it's always been like that. metallic-smelling hands, red-filled arms, head so loud it seems like the war will never be won.
his heart started beating faster. he remembered far too many scenarios it started to suffocate him. from the pits of his stomach to the barbed wires on his throat, he felt like he's drowning.
someone's pulling him down.
and it's all him.
YOU ARE READING
i'm so in love with you | k.nj + k.sj
Fanfiction❝sorry. i'm really not that into reading stories and poems.❞ ❝oh, that's fine.❞ just a sad story about a writer and his muse. started: september 2023 ended: ---- status: on-going
