Seoul ‖ Kim Namjoon

1

"Mrs Na! I have your shopping!"

A figure came into view as it heaved a few bags into the house, the woman lightly blowing a few stray hairs away from her eyes as she continued to drag the numerous bags into the kitchen.

"Just leave it there," Mrs Na appeared, patting the girl's arms as she stood up straight, cheeks slightly red from all the tugging. "I'll get someone to haul it in later,"

"Oh, and before I forget," Im Chayoung fanned herself as though to cool down. "Mr Do from the antique shop said something about a clock?"

"That'll be mine, Chayoung," Mr Kim arrived as he smiled at the female. "I gave it in for repair, and Seokhoon said that it might be worth good value too,"

At the man's last statement, his wife lightly hit his arm. "Look at you! So desperate for a few won even when your son is one of the most famous idols in the world!"

Chayoung chuckled, awkwardly as she tugged on one of the lighter bags. "I'll put this one in the kitchen?"

"I'll help," Mr Kim offered, as he lifted two of the bags and followed Chayoung into the kitchen.

As soon as they had finished transporting the groceries, Chayoung wiped her hands on her pants. "I'll get going, Mrs Na, Mr Kim,"

"Wait!" The older woman cried as she pushed the Im girl into the dining room, where it was much noisier than usual. "Have dinner, I'm sure you're extremely tired from today's work as well as bringing in the food. It's bulgogi tonight,"

"Mrs Na, I really have to get going," Chayoung attempted. "Mum is- "

But her words trailed off as she realised who exactly was sitting in the dining room.

Chayoung swallowed as she met each pair of eyes, all of which belonged to seven extremely attractive men. Yet one of them, she could not take her eyes off of.

Kim Namjoon.

"C-Chayoung?" The Kim boy could not quite believe what he was seeing. "Is that- "

His words, however, were cut short by Chayoung's blunt statement. "Have a good night, Mrs Na, Mr Kim,"

She tipped her head towards the guests, exiting the room and the slam of the front door indicated that the female had left into the cold night.

Mrs Na let out an exhausted sigh, although, it had nothing to do with tiredness, rather, annoyance at the two's behaviour.

"Who was that?" Jungkook's ears perked up curiously as the leader of the group looked down.

"Im Chayoung,"

...

"Did you see him?" Chayoung's mother, Han Eunbi smiled wearily at her daughter, whose expression mimicked that of an irritated puppy.

"You knew, didn't you?" The girl muttered, not quite looking at her mother who smirked as Chayoung paced the living room, wringing her hands. "You knew that Kim Namjoon was coming back to Ilsan,"

"I did," Mrs Han confirmed. "I didn't know you would be so frustrated about it,"

Chayoung simply glared at her mother, who chortled.

"I bet Minhyuck knows as well," The younger mumbled to herself. "And I bet he didn't tell me on purpose,"

"Good on him," Mrs Han leaned back on the sofa. "Chayoung, it's been so long since you've seen him. You, Minhyuck and him were so close back in the day!"

"That was before," Chayoung snapped. "Before he just disappeared off to Seoul without a word. Things have changed,"

Realising the frustrated tone in her voice, Chayoung exhaled, softening as she wrapped her arms around her mother.

"I'm just," She whispered. "I don't know what to think about now that's he's back,"

...

Namjoon glanced around at his room, smiling softly to himself as he admired the faded posters on the walls that still remained intact.

Despite the years that had passed and despite the fact that he rarely came home, it was always refreshing to see his room just as it was when he had been a teenager. He had asked his parents to keep it as it was, wanting to relish the lack of childhood, sacrificed for fame.

Each object in his room had a specific purpose, some more than others, and one thing in particular was the old microphone box that was displayed proudly at the top of his shelf.

The very same microphone box that confirmed his mother's approval of his wanting to become a rapper.

Whilst the mic itself was back in his studio, the box had stayed, becoming a treasure box for the things that Namjoon cherished the most.

His hands reached for the container, opening it, and he found himself lost in memories at each item that sat inside.

He had old badges, the ticket from the group's trip to Lotte World back in 2013, bracelets and necklaces. But right at the bottom of the box was a photograph.

Even after all these years, it had not faded, although, it was a little crinkled from holding the weight of the other items.

The photo held three people.

The boy on the left beamed so brightly at the camera that it reminded Namjoon of Hoseok. Braces were fitted on his teeth, and he held the classic bowlcut.

Kwon Minhyuck.

Namjoon was on the right, his own hair looking oddly out of fashion, and glasses framed his face as he too flashed a grin at the camera, one arm around the figure in the middle.

The girl stood at the centre was shorter than the boys, but she carried herself with elegance and poise. She had shoulder-length hair, and braces were also wound on her teeth as she shot a smile towards the camera.

Im Chayoung.

It was a bittersweet memory, one that reminded him of the Greek tale 'Pandora's Box'.

The photo that appeared so wonderful, so happy had brought about a range of upset and chaos soon after.

Yet, the teenagers in the photograph had no clue as to what had been waiting for them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

hi there.

i am back with a new book, and it is a kim namjoon fanfiction so i really hope that you guys enjoy it.

quick disclaimer.

i do not own any of the idols mentioned in this book or any of their personalities. i also do not know namjoon's parents or his sister, so i have made fictional names for them.

this is fiction and it's also an idea that i have had for a while, so please don't copy it.

i hope you're doing well

take care, stay safe, and enjoy!

xx