'namjoon'

Bright morning sun streams into the room, illuminating the dusty space with its worn-out concrete walls. One of the younger ones begins to toss and turn from the light, whimpering. You are asleep, but almost automatically, you let out a soft "shhh" to calm the boy down. You've developed a habit of sleeping while simultaneously protecting your younger siblings, even if they were never actually your kin.

There are seven of you in this family. Louis is only three, Margot is five, Cristiano and Minho are six, Luna is ten, you are sixteen, and the eldest, Namjoon, is seventeen. None of you are related. You were all taken in by a couple obsessed with money who read somewhere that adoption grants large sums of cash. So, they gathered children from various shelters across the country. Although they received the money, you lived in monstrous conditions. The apartment is still under construction—there are no doors or separate rooms, no proper beds, and the children wear hand-me-downs. You and Namjoon were the first children, and you decided to stick together right from the start. In him, you saw a true pillar of support and a real brother, while Namjoon loved you with all his heart. He knew it might not be right, but he couldn't help how he felt. While your "parents" collected the money and were constantly traveling somewhere, you had to handle everything yourselves. Taking someone to daycare, another to school, helping with homework, and finding ways to buy food with whatever money you could scrape together through odd jobs. Fortunately, you had the help of your neighbor, Miss Liberty, who genuinely loved you all.

Namjoon is intelligent and always views things with a mature perspective. He always knows exactly what everyone needs, protects everyone from the parents, and excels in school, being considered one of the smartest in his class. He is kind, though serious at times. He looks for part-time work around the neighborhood and helps you with the housework when you're trying to feed Louis while he's crying in your arms, nearly falling asleep yourself.