"Don't tell me you're going to give up?!"

My parents hated feeling inferior to other parents. I carried their pride and honor.

It was heavier than their love.

"You're our son, Namjoon, of course you have to be better than others," they would say. At one point, I started believing that.

I believed that I deserved more than the others.

Others were lacking.

If I was not given the same opportunity, if not more, it would be unfair. Because in my eyes, I was better than others in many ways.

There was always that small voice in my mind whispering.