The boy wandered endlessly down the street
Waiting for home, just wanting to sleep
What is success? What is satisfaction?
It seemed with his fans, love was just a transaction
Now he had money, now he had hits
"Where are they?" he asked, thinking of fans he missed
Then through his front door, seeing all of his brothers
They rushed to his side, at least they had each other
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Namjoon walked aimlessly down the path, thinking deeply about life. He wished he could just get home immediately. He wished he could get in his comfy bed and go to sleep and not have to think anymore.
Tears were running down his face as he thought about everything. They called him successful, but what was success? They said he should be satisfied, but what was satisfaction? And sure, he loved his fans, but what was love? Probably a mere transaction, he thought; they bought his music, he gave his life in return.
And Joon had money, hit songs, anything he wanted really, but he wasn't happy with it. These were only material things, never what he truly wanted. And in fact, sometimes having all that just made his life harder. He couldn't be himself. He had to keep up some persona he had created long ago.
Thinking of all the fans he'd met, he asked himself "Where are they?" After all, they might not even be Armies anymore. That was a thought that saddened the already crying man.
Soon, he reached the front door of his physical home, opening it and walking in, only to see all six men that he considered brothers waiting for him. Upon seeing the tears running down his face, they rushed over to him, concerned. And if there was nothing left, Namjoon thought, at least they had each other.
