Hung Up On You | KNJ

Always

You and your best friend had been through four years of schooling before you began to acquire the other men you would eventually consider your family.

When you first met them though, you definitely didn't like them very much.

You met Yoongi first, through almost the same way you'd originally met Namjoon. You were walking into school, and a group of new students had joined into the teasing that you went through every morning when Namjoon wasn't there.

When he was there, he was enough of a barrier that most kids didn't even think about testing their luck. They knew he was absolutely overprotective of you. And everyone liked Namjoon. But when he wasn't there, you knew you had to watch out.

Namjoon was at the eye doctor this morning, something he hated doing, but that Eomma had determined was necessary. You had been tested as well, but the doctor had told Eomma that you were fine. Namjoon however, needed more tests and eventually glasses, an idea he had hated at the time. You had told him you thought the glasses made him look smarter, and after that he had nodded and agreed to wear them, if that was ok with you.

Today was the fitting for his glasses and Eomma had said he wouldn't even arrive at school until after lunch. You sighed a little and dragged your feet through the gravel of the parking lot but headed towards the door. As you reached the door, some instinct had you turning your head to look behind you, only to see a large wad of something coming your way.

When you ducked, the person standing in front of you was not so lucky and got a chunk of paper bouncing off his cheek. There were gasps behind you as the crowd realized they'd hit someone who wasn't you, and when you peeked up, you saw the kid rubbing his cheek and glaring behind you.

"Mianhaeyo! Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," you said as you stood up again. The boy turned to you in confusion, the glare melting from his face.

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything. Those weird kids did," he scoffed as he looked at you.

"Are you ok though," you pressed again and this time he smiled a little, a look that transformed his entire face from serious to happy. His eyes were as wide as his gummy grin as he began to reassure you that he was fine, he made you laugh a little.

"I'm Scott Olivia-nim," you said and waited.

He frowned at you again, then looked back towards the other kids.

"Oh, you're a foreigner," he said at last.

Your whole face slumped when he said the word that had been tormenting you for years now. He caught the expression and frowned some more before he shrugged.

"Min," he said.

You nodded, not sure if that was a first or last name but you needed to be in class soon. Early study was about to begin, and you couldn't afford to be late.

"Nice to meet you Min," you said and then began to hurry down the hallway. You heard shouting behind you, but you were focused on getting to class and couldn't turn around.

When Namjoon finally arrived, he noticed how upset you were and spent the majority of lunch glaring at everyone he thought upset you.

"Namu, you don't need to do that," you chided.

He shook his head and switched his glare to the expression he normally had for you. At ten, Namjoon was already growing to be a very serious young man. At home, he giggled and you two had fun playing with little sister, especially now that she was nearly school age herself. But here at school, he was working because school was serious stuff.

You were old enough now to not believe everything Namjoon told you, though you had for many years. And most times he was right, but sometimes, when he said silly stuff like how important school was, you knew he wasn't really kidding around, and it made you want to roll your eyes.