FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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Never has going home ever been such a mental task for Namjoon to get over. Just thinking about having to go home was messing with his head. Now that he's actually standing on his own porch, he feels so out of place. He looks back at Malia in the car and she waves him on. He turns back and knocks on the door.

His fingers tap against his thighs as he waits for it to open. He hears the sound of his mother's footsteps and internally panics. The door opens at a regular pace and his heart beats faster in his chest. Mrs. Kim steps out of the way for him to walk inside. As he walks past her, she looks at the car in the driveway.

Malia smiles at her and waves. She waves back to her unable to fight the small smile that falls onto her features. She's grateful for Malia, she loves her like her own.

Namjoon takes his shoes off at the door and walks to the living room. He sits on the couch with his hands in his lap. His mom comes in shortly after and sits on the couch across from him. She wants them to be able to speak to each other without the awkward proximity. She knows how her son is.

Namjoon swallows thickly as he looks at the floor. It's the space where the glass table used to be. All of the shards are gone. There are vacuum lines in the carpet.

Mrs. Kim takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, adjusting her posture to sit up straight. She breathes better this way and it takes the tension off of her chest and back.

"You dyed your hair." She points out as she looks at him. She feels like he's so different even though she's just seen him several days ago.

"Yeah. Malia wanted to do it. I think she just wanted to match and didn't want to tell me." He says as he rubs his forehead.

"Sounds like her." She says softly. She intertwines her finger lap and looks at him. "I want to apologize."

Namjoon licks his lips as his mother talks to him.

"I should have told you about Seokjin and I beforehand. I wanted to tell you that night I called but you were out with your friends and you were having fun. I didn't want to risk ruining that. I knew that there would be no easy way to tell you but I had planned to do so anyway. I wanted to talk to you one on one after dinner and gift opening. Malia's parents were going to take her home so that I could do that. But we didn't get to that point."

He looks up at her and she's looking at her hands.

"So I apologize for not telling you sooner or coming to you about it a different manner. That wasn't very... smart of me, I guess. I can't think of the proper word but you know what I mean. It was poor timing on my part."

There's a pause as she collects her thoughts and thinks of how best to steer the conversation. She had all of it in her head before he got here. They planned the time to talk. She called Mrs. Ward about it and everything. It seems as it she planned nothing now that he's here.

"I never planned to like Seokjin this way. Or to.. be with him like this. With our communication on Taehyung and what happened with you at school, it just happened through time. I know that it seems quick and it's sudden but I..." Mrs. Kim stops short and swallows thickly as she tries to find words for her emotions. She has them but she's not sure if speaking them will set him off or not.

"I didn't realize it either, at first." She says it anyway. Her eyebrows furrow a bit as she remembers. "It just sort of hit me one day, that I liked him that way. And it terrified me to be honest. I didn't talk to him for a week, ignored every call and text. I told him that I was busy with work. I even told him that I wasn't feeling well for a couple nights just to deter him. It was difficult to process. I cried for four nights. I felt terrible.