"You are smart, Jin, let me tell you a secret: with some people, you must smile submissively, let them think of you as a harmless, manipulable lamb; with others you must be strong, without stooping to anything. What matters is that at the end of the...
You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans
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And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color
Mastermind
"What did you do?"
"What you wanted: I fixed the rabbit."
Truth be told, he doesn't understand why his father is making a drama out of all this or why he's hitting him He did what he had so wanted to accomplish with that rabbit! He made it grow a leg. It's everything his father planned and talked about for weeks, now that he accomplished it, he doesn't like it. The rabbit is still alive and well. Why all the drama?
Yes, he ripped off the rabbit's leg that died for who knows what reason, but the important rabbit didn't die! He's better than alive, his dad is still doing tests on him Why don't you thank him, why don't you give him recognition for accomplishing what he didn't?
Namjoon doesn't understand people and he reckons people don't understand him either.
They are too stupid to do so.
That's why he has no friends at school, they are useless and too stupid What good would it really do? No teacher likes him, after all, he humiliates them every chance he gets. It's not his fault that they're all mediocre people who didn't see how far they've come.
Anyway, the world is very strange and Namjoon, is unable to adjust to how it works. Pretending respect for age, for position, for money.... The latter is acceptable, but the rest? Why should it matter? If all of them, with very few exceptions, deserve respect.
They are not smart.
They have no more than two functional neurons.
They have nothing for which I should respect them.
"You can't talk to older people like that!" his mother scolds, pulling him by the arm to lead him to the car. Namjoon is a tall boy for his ten years, so he's a little funny to look at in his elementary school uniform and his sophomore-high-school height.
"I wouldn't have to talk down to them if they would stop sending me here. I'm smarter than all of them. I could tutor them!" he claims, irritated, and Ms. Kim rolls her eyes, not realizing how many times this conversation has happened. "I need teachers of important things, like chemistry, neurology-"
"You, are, a, kid," she informs, opening the car and yanking him in. Namjoon reluctantly sits down, hugging his backpack. "And if you don't behave, you'll stop having all those things that... are in your room."
