Namjoon
Namjoon didn't look for this way. He did not like risk, did not trust chance, and always preferred solutions that could be calculated. But this time, the calculation did not lead him to safety, but to the fastest way to close what could not wait. Money was not needed for survival and not for luxury. They were needed for one specific thing - a wedding dress that she saw in the window, held her gaze on it for a few seconds and silently walked away, saying that "this is unnecessary" . He remembered. Illegal fighting was not a choice he considered for a long time. And even more so not the one he liked. It was a temporary decision, made without illusions: quick money outside of his usual world. He felt neither excitement nor pleasure from this. Only a cold feeling that every exit into this space is contrary to his nature, but corresponds to his purpose - to make his beloved woman happy. And he kept coming back. Not for my own sake. For her sake.
About Namjoon
Namjoon didn't look for this way. He did not like risk, did not trust chance, and always preferred solutions that could be calculated. But this time, the calculation did not lead him to safety, but to the fastest way to close what could not wait. Money was not needed for survival and not for luxury. They were needed for one specific thing - a we...Read more