Album || A Bts OT7 Story

Chapter Sixty-Five

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Namjoon stood outside his childhood home waiting for the door to be opened. His nerves weren't any better than they had been 20 minutes ago. He couldn't really do anything about them though.

The door opened and there was Hajoon. Was he still living here? Namjoon didn't even think to ask him that.

"Before you come in, I just want to thank you for coming. I know it was probably had to trust whether I am telling the truth or not so thank you for trusting me. I don't know what you want to say to them, but a week ago father showed her how to dust and start doing the dishes. I don't know what you're going to say, but make it good."

"I'll try," Namjoon nodded. Hajoon was telling the truth and Namjoon hadn't prepared anything to say. Wonderful.

"We're having lunch though. Come join us." Hajoon stepped aside letting Namjoon inside. He slipped his shoes off and followed the older inside. He glanced around and not much had changed since he left. There was a new couch, but otherwise, everything else was pretty much the same.

Namjoon stepped inside the dining room where his two parents were sat at the table. He looked over and saw a little girl. Hajoon was right, she looked just like he did when he was little. She had the dimples, and she had the same facial structure. It was almost alarming how alike she and Namjoon looked. She was cute.

"Namjoon," his mother called. She seemed happy he was here. Namjoon didn't exactly blame her, but she didn't do anything to stop anything so she was a part of the problem.

"Hello," he greeted her. He took a seat next to Hajoon at the table.

"Who are you?" she asked tilting her head to the side with a confused look on her face. That hurt. His parents didn't even tell her she had another brother.

Namjoon looked over at Hajoon wondering if he had told her about him. "This is Namjoon," Hajoon said. "The brother I was telling you about."

"Oh," she smiled cutely. "I'm Jaejoon. Hajoon-oppa talks about you alot. He tells me that we looked alike." She was so cute. Namjoon couldn't help, but coo at her cuteness.

"Well, I've heard a lot about you too," Namjoon smiled. He looked over at his parents. His mother was smiling and his father had a stone-cold face. He couldn't bring himself to talk to them, especially his father, with Jaejoon still here. He didn't want to fight with him with her still in the room.

"I'm not going to talk about it with her still in the room," Namjoon whispered in Hajoon's ear. Hajoon nodded, he understood.

"Jaejoonie, can you go to your room for a little bit?" Hajoon asked.

Jaejoon nodded. "Will you come to play with me in a little bit?" she asked Namjoon.

"Yes, I'll be there in a few minutes. Why don't you get started?" Namjoon suggested. She nodded and ran off to her room.

"So, Namjoon," his father started finally acknowledging him. "Why are you here?"

"Jaejoon," he answered.

"I've got her under control."

"I don't think so. I don't want her to go through the same things I went through," Namjoon explained. "She doesn't need to go through that. I want her to have a normal childhood. Please just let her have a normal childhood."

"As long as she is straight, she will. Once I see that she's not, she will be doing the same things you did. So you better hope she is straight then," his father said.