Weary [PJM]

while

saturday night.

i saw you, again.

not in school,

not behind the tree,

not on the bench,

but somewhere i didn't expected.

after hanging out at taehyung's house,

im now walking my way downtown

with the youngest in our group, jungkook.

then there i saw you in the neighborhood.

as your mother follows you behind,

helping you guide your drunk father,

i see tears forming in your eyes.

"isn't that the strange girl at school?" jungkook said, noticing you as well.

"mother, i told you to stay at home, i can walk him all by myself." you said,

"it's already late—" your mother pauses, as she coughed and coughed, "—it's not safe for you to go alone."

then your father starts yelling, "can you both shut your damn mouths?" he hiccups in drunkenness,

"you...." he says, hardly pushing your head with his index finger, "you ruined my night, you wench!" he scolds, almost stumbling on the ground as he tried to walk.

jungkook shook his head, as he saw your situation too.

i want to walk towards you,

to help you,

but namjoon hyung's voice keeps repeating inside my head,

and it's stopping me.

im sorry.