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“You better let the Big Peacock do so, you’re not build to tell stories. Taehyung speaks much better than you do and he is in charge to introduce this circus for years now. He’s barely born under this tent.
- But you see, Namjoon, I don’t want long and bombastic sentences. I don’t want praising and shining pictures. I only want voices, human looks on beings that dehumanize themselves already. I’m not here to have your point, only to know what I can tell about you. Can I ask anyone to tell me who you are? Do you have something to hide? I’m listening… I assume that, maybe, you’re not proud of some things you did and I can let them go. I presume you would like to keep some intimacy. I know a lot about you and I’m pretty sure any of us knows as much as I don’t. So tell me what I can keep and what I should close my eyes on…
- You can tell everything, I have nothing to hide. But Seokjin…
He rarely calls me Seokjin. My body goes numb the way he says my name. You have to know that Namjoon owns us all, in every way. Thanks to him we’re staying alive but he’s also the one in charges, pulling the strings attached to our bodies, waving his magic stick as a conductor he leads us depending on his desires.
- … doesn’t hurt yourselves more than you already do”.
We’re not hurting ourselves Namjoon, you are. You tell the world how to perceive us and you park ourselves under a colorful tepee and we have to run into circle in the middle of it, swinging, laughing and destroy our selves to survive.