Her || KIM NAMJOON ✔

XI.

Namjoon's POV

Seven years.

And I'm still here in this run down place.

"Hey, you! One more tap." The drunkard across me said, swinging his empty glass in hand.

Fortunately, I got a job in a bar which pays nicely for a small place, but lots of customers every night. This has been going on for over a month and this has helped me pay all my rent due.

I slid another glass towards the man and continued on with my business with the other customers who needed a drink. To be honest, looking at them was like looking at my past self. It was ironic that where they were seated was the place I was in before.

They were all hopeless, though a spark of hope shone through my life.

Mayu.

The name was never spoken of through my lips again. It was a painful memory of what I've had of her before she left my place. Deep inside, I knew I crossed the line when my anger took control of me.

It was not her fault that she didn't know anything.

I've always wondered why she shed those tears on her beautiful face.

The reason was I made her cry.