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Took you into school writing on you like its nuthin' a lot of people in the room
See me scribble on a page but they ain't got a clue
~Notepad, NF
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Seoul, South Korea - 13th November, 2007

Chapter 3: Too good to be true

He jumped up and down on the stage in awe as the crowd followed his movements, moving their bodies to the beat. The group in front of him was too small to be called a crowd, barely filling up the space in front of the stage with around 10 people. Yet, Namjoon felt high on adrenaline, loving their responses to his words.

He was alone tonight, Chang-mo promising to bring his surprise after he finished. After he thanked the audience, he slowly moved towards the back exit. His face flushed from the sudden gust of cold wind making him hold his scarf higher and breath into it in hopes of warming up, his adrenaline quickly wearing off.

Internally cursing Chang-mo, he pulled out his phone. Surprised to find an apology text from the guy: 'Sorry man, we're running a bit late'. 

His eyes narrowed in on the 'we're' suspiciously, annoyed at being kept in the dark. He rubbed his hands together for extra heat, moving to sit down in the park bench opposite of him. 

Resting his head on the back rest behind him, he smiled up at the moon. In awe of the low glow circling the crescent. Momentarily amused by the puff of smoke that followed his breaths. 

He couldn't help the flow of his thoughts in that vulnerable moment. Couldn't stop the sudden flow of negativity.

It was funny to him how quickly he changed moods, but he couldn't seem to laugh.

His parents didn't know the real reason he came to seoul, sometimes he was forced to write up notes past midnight as proof for the 'study session' in seoul. 

No. 

He wasn't forced. That wasn't it, rather, he was afraid. Namjoon scoffed, he was afraid. Of what? He didn't know. What he did know was that he was afraid and that emotion stopped him from telling his parents. 

His phone vibration interrupted his thoughts. It was Geong-min asking when he was coming back. 

She knew. 

Only because Namjoon couldn't leave after seeing her teary eyes staring up at him. 

It felt nice, having his sisters support.

He quickly typed a text, telling her he would be back at the same time as normal, used to her daily question. 

He didn't let his eyes move back to the moon again, instead choosing to distract himself with his phone. Opening up the new trendy game to waste some time away. 

It was getting progressively colder as he waited, but he was comfortable nonetheless.

That was when two heat packs was thrown onto his lap.

"Sorry man, their fans wanted an encore, took longer than we thought."

"It's fine." His voice was muffled by his scarf, keeping his attention to the heat pack and then putting into his pockets, fingers clutching it tight. He looked up and raised his eyebrows. Confused at the sight of five too many people.

It took a while before he could identify them, but when he did he let out an inaudible gasp. Shooting his head towards Chang-mo in shock.

Chang-mo smiled at his reaction, "We've been invited to join Black Pirates!"