i love it how you don't care that i try so hard to be normal.
you don't say,
namjoon, it's okay to be yourself.
you know that even if it's perfectly fine to be me,
i shouldn't.
growing up,
my father had a lot of expectations from me
that i'd be a pilot
or a doctor or a lawyer.
he loved me, no doubt.
my father always wanted the best for me.
the best; not the one that would make me happy.
when they found out that i used to sneak out at nights to go to the club to perform, they were furious.
i've gone through weeks of lockdown.
they took away my things.
i really hated them then.
but, i couldn't stop.
something forced me to go on.
keep making music.
i don't believe in faith.
i don't believe in anything, really.
except myself.
i'm grateful that music was the centre of my life, because it's music that brought me to you.
i used to fold paper planes in the science class.
when they spoke of aeroplanes and war aircrafts, i always felt weird.
i felt like i was a paper plane in a world of jets.
when my parents let me come to seoul to follow my dreams,
they told me that if i did not succeed, i would always be invited back to my house.
they still loved me.
when i kiss you, i momentarily forget a lot.
but this always lingers in the back of my mind,
will my family, or yours, ever accept us, our love?
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"together"
Fanfiction"i've spent hours contemplating the words to say to you but no combination of twenty six different letters could ever accurately capture even a sliver of what this feeling is." OR in which kim namjoon is hopelessly in love with kim seokjin who is i...
