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Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise 
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
~We will rock you, Queen
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Ilsan, South Korea - 1st September, 2007

Chapter 2: First taste of stardom

"Well?" Namjoon bit his lip anxiously, waiting for his mothers words.

When he came home yesterday, half excited and half nervous, his mother was all ready sound asleep. Now without the adrenaline rush, he was but a bundle of nerves waiting to explode. Perhaps he should of checked his results before giving it in. But there was no time to feel regret when his mother looked up at him and then to his father.

She went like that for a couple seconds - though Namjoon swore it felt like years - her lips pressed into a thin line. After a while she shook her head at his father before giving him a knowing look, yet Namjoon couldn't bring himself to look away from his mother to see his fathers response.

"Mum? Well?" He pressed, watching as she heaved a sigh. She turned the paper for him to see.

On the top of the paper, right next to the official stamp, a solid 98% was circled in red. He tasted blood as he bit harder, his subconscious mind getting to him. He ignored those thoughts with a quick shake of the head, feeling his parents heavy gaze.

He pursed his lips to stay quiet, not trusting his words would make the situation any better.

At the sight of his mothers smile, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Top of the class!" she exclaimed, reaching out both of her hands for a high five, which he complied to, a laugh breaking out of his throat. "Not to mention, top of the school!"

To his surprise, his parents pulled him in for a hug. He could feel his fathers had gently pat his head, his mother pressing gentle kisses to his temple.

"The pride of Ilsan!" His father exaggerated and he giggled into their embrace, covering his face as he whined.

"Dad!"

He went stiff as a subconscious thought evaded his mind, "Do you... Do you think that one day I could be the pride of 'The Kims' ?"

He felt as if the silence that followed his question could suffocate him, but with the tense arms around him, he knew they were all thinking the same thing.

'The Kims' something the mind of an insecure 8 year old Kim Namjoon used to refer to his relatives, mostly his grandparents, in fear that they would suddenly jump at him to criticize his every breath at one mention of them. As the only heir that would take the family name in the future, his grandparents were really attentive to him and strict with their ways.

"O-of course! Who in their right mind wouldn't be proud of my baby?"

He smiled at his mothers reassurance, deciding not to dwell on her momentary hesitance, but before he could say anything a small voice interrupted him.

"Good morning" His sister yawned, rubbing at her eyes and then looking up at them with wide eyes. "What is this betrayal? They think they can hug without me" She dramatically drapes her hand over her forehead, before running up and squeezing into the middle.