1 Uninvited. Unwanted. Unwelcomed. Fuck off

Namjoon, an english teacher by day but a dedicated talented artist by night.

A young man aged only twenty four, had a love of drawing and painting the things he found that captured his lonely eyes.

The last piece of work he did was a beautiful women he met at a coffee shop just down the street.

Her stunning figure could rival those of the worlds top model, she inspired him to paint more of her during his every waking moment.

Relationships? Yes as you can probably tell. He had countless before, but no one came close to break him as deeply as his first of 3 short years.

They had the worse wars any soldier fought. The longest breaks that spanning months on end.

It was toxic for everyone involved, even their neighbors!

"it's better this way. I'm sorry" his ex mumbled tearfully before he left on a plane bound for far away land across the sea. Far enough so he can never dream to reach.

These haunting words echos in his head and sings to him throughout the lonely silent nights.

Tonight was their anniversary, the same day they first fell in and apart of love. 4 years to the day,

this was Namjoon's personal prison.

Just a necklace around his neck, part of a broken heart, of which it's other was around his lovers neck.

He daydreams about what his life would be. If he never left him leave. As his brush danced across the blank paper, he couldn't help but weep.

A few knocks on the door made the man stop mixing the colors of paint on his wooden palette.

He groaned and stood up from his stool, walking to the door, sighing deeply after looking at the clock on the wall showing 1:24AM.

'What would someone be up at this hour a Thursday evening?'

He unlocked the door to an uninvited guest especially unwelcomed in his heart.

"You disappeared for 4 years...Why the fuck are you here" he asked the smaller and more emaciated man standing before him like a aggressive growling lion he was by spirit.

"You are unwanted here. Fuck off"

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