In a city that never sleeps and always rains, The Flaming Four are the reason for locked doors and untrusting eyes. They're a group of hitmen, infamous for deaths all around the city. It's the fear they stir up that starts a long war between them an...
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THE CHEMIST 🎧▷ lilith - halsey & suga "don't dwell on the past, it's time to make a change"
When the youthful innocent grow up poor, they drill absurd beliefs into their heads like having money will solve all of their problems. Food will go into bellies. Education will be handed on a silver platter. Women will look at you more. Society will judge less. Smiles will be more present.
Growing up, Namjoon lived his entire life in poverty. His father had to raise him on his own, and Namjoon knows that he had tried his best but it was still never enough.
He would sit on the steps of the shared apartment his father had rented until he could get them a big house on a hill (at least that's what he always promised) and he'd watch the kids from his grade play with their newest addition of toys and read the newest books and wear the newest shoes.
When Namjoon finished middle school, his father spent all summer sitting at the kitchen table rubbing his temples and calculating bills. The stress had weighed so heavy on him that sometimes, Namjoon was afraid to approach him and only make it worse.
One evening, sitting on the floor by their coffee table to eat their dinner, his father had frowned and told Namjoon that he wouldn't be able to go to secondary school because he just couldn't afford it. The shame that followed would stick with Namjoon forever, seeing his fathers face look so miserably embarrassed. It put a weird feeling in his stomach, even weirder than the disappointment of not being able to go to high school had.
So Namjoon had just smiled and told his father that it was fine.
"You can teach me, then," he said. His father agreed.
Namjoon wasn't good at reading. The words on the page would always get jumbled up in his head. His eyes couldn't comprehend, his brain would just never be able to decipher. The shame in that small shared apartment was so heavy, being bounced between his father and himself. He didn't want to believe he was stupid, but every time a mere word stumped him, he couldn't help but feel it.
His father was always working too late and too early, never having enough time to home-school Namjoon. It became especially concerning when he suddenly became sick one evening. His limbs were weaker and his breath less clear. Namjoon imagined the scarce money they had was going down every second his father used his sick days before eventually quitting his job altogether.
He would leave his father in his bed during the days to sneak off to the public library down the road. Namjoon couldn't read as well as most people, but he could do other things. His insecurity in the way he was illiterate forced him to overcompensate in other subjects.
