People freaking suck. He didn't need them. Namjoon needing nothing and nobody. Love and happiness were just broken promises told by old men in fancy suites and big houses to keep the world running. Once your faith had been broken you could see the holes in their fictitious plot of feelings. That's why they say the broken are wise, Namjoon thinks.
If heaven was real he must be the devil, casted away and shunned from the things he strives for just before he could grasp them.
But the world running, fancy suit wearing old men didn't appreciate when you spoke against them, so forced by the society they control when he's asked how he's doing all he will say is, "uh, good."
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mono.
FanfictionThe story of mono. Namjoon has always been alone, he always will be alone. Every time he think that fact might change, he thinks his small world might become brighter, it doesn't. Can it ever?
