Kim Namjoon

In the dark studio, snatches of the track and quiet curses can be heard. Namjoon can't seem to fill the space between two verses. His jaw muscles are clenching, his eyes narrowed to dangerous slits that represent nothing good. Namjoon is distracted by the sound of a text message. He doesn't know why, but he always senses when it's you who's texting. — There’s a bottle of water at the entrance, did you forget it? Namjoon exhales tiredly. He quickly got ready for the studio early in the morning while you were still asleep, and you noticed the bottle only after you came home from work.

• Please come. He writes convulsively, feeling how emotions are eating him up from the inside.

In the dark studio, snatches of the track and quiet curses can be heard. Namjoon can't seem to fill the space between two verses. His jaw muscles are clenching, his eyes narrowed to dangerous slits that represent nothing good. Namjoon is distracted by the sound of a text message. He doesn't know why, but he always senses when it's you who's texting. — There’s a bottle of water at the entrance, did you forget it? Namjoon exhales tiredly. He quickly got ready for the studio early in the morning while you were still asleep, and you noticed the bottle only after you came home from work.

• Please come. He writes convulsively, feeling how emotions are eating him up from the inside.