BTS One Shots

Welcome to the Black Parade

Author's Note: I went to the museum with my parents on Monday, and was inspired to write this one shot after visiting my favorite exhibit (the Rosa Parks bus). I had to some research when writing this, and I'm not sure if I got most things accurate. But I tried my best!

One shots (Namjoon):

🎤 On and on, we carry through the fears.

Oh, ah, ha.

Disappointed faces of your peers.

Oh, ah, ha.

Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all.

Do or die, you'll never make me.

Because the world will never take my heart.

Go and try, you'll never break me.

We want it all, we want to play this part.

I won't explain, or say I'm sorry.

I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scars.

Give a cheer for all the broken.

Listen here, because it's who we are.

Just a man, I'm not a hero.

Just a boy, who had to sing this song.

Just a man, I'm not a hero.

I don't care. 🎤

Namjoon Kim had always wondered what it would be like to be a civil rights activist.

He knew that wasn't possible, though, due to the fact that he was privileged, born into an all white family- not knowing what it felt like to be discriminated against.

He was born in the city of Montgomery, Alabama, to his parents Seokjin, and Nicole, who were teenagers when they had him.

They were only eighteen, meaning that they weren't mature enough to be parents, but life had different plans for them.

His father, of course, found himself becoming a single father, raising his newborn son with the help of his parents.

It was hard for him- especially since his ex-girlfriend still lived in the city, pretending that neither of them existed- but he was able to find a job as a bartender.

It didn't pay well, but it was able to give him a way to earn his own money, putting some aside into a savings account for his son.

After all, he didn't want his son to have the experience that he had.

He didn't want his son to become a single father, having two mouths to feed instead of one.

But, unbeknownst to him, his son would have to face another obstacle in life.

Growing up in the middle of the Civil Rights Movement.

He was raised in the small town of Montgomery, Alabama, meaning that everything was segregated.

There were separate neighborhoods for white and black people, etc.

I mean, even the bus was segregated- white people sitting in the front, while black people were forced to sit in the back.

And this was something that the preteen dealt with almost every single day, due to the fact that his father didn't own a car, taking public transport on a daily basis.

Sometimes- whenever his parents were working late- he would take his son with him, exposing him to the unfair world around him.

Which is exactly what happened during the events of today's story.