Her || KIM NAMJOON ✔

I.

Namjoon's POV

Tapping the end of my cigarette on the ashtray, I began to see sun set. Its colors bursting with yellows, pinks, and oranges.

It was a sight that people hardly see anymore. Either too busy or just plain dumb to not appreciate this natural piece of art.

I exhaled the smoke out from my mouth, observing the white mist float and then disappear in the air. The cigar was soon short, throwing it on the ground as I stepped on it.

It was already the middle of winter season and it's fucking cold.

I hated this season the most.

Not just because of the fact that it's cold but because people are so amazed of snow that when winter ends, they just forget about it.

How ironic for me.

I'm always forgotten.

Only needed when someone asks a favor then gets tossed aside when they're done using me.

No matter how hard I try, that has only been my position.

Every.

Damn.

Time.

Fuck my life.