𝐀 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 17│ 𝔗𝔥𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 ❦

Namjoon took his steps slow and calmly, towards his parent's quarters. The morning breeze brushed his locks as he gazed at the dawn.

The sun was slipping above the horizon, its glistening rays waking the sleeping creatures in the trees of the courtyard.

He moved forward with addled thoughts and an anxious mind.

Last night, when his mother informed him to meet his father in the early morning, he came prepared with the excuse that might help with his queries related to the new guest living with them.

Upon reaching their parent's quarters, he reluctantly slid the translucent door frame and crossed the guest room, before stopping in front of his father's room.

"Father? Can I come in?"

"Yes, come on in," a raspy-pitched voice, characterised by depth and richness spoke. Sliding the door Namjoon entered the room and found his father sitting across the low wooden table in one corner.

"You called for me?"

"Hum, sit," he said while reading the monthly booklet of political affairs, sitting on his table, accompanied by a porcelain cup filled with morning tea.

Namjoon sat across the small table and gulped while looking at his features focused on the table.

"I heard you both took in a girl?"

Namjoon's hands unconsciously started becoming wetter as his mind raced anxiously.

"Without my permission?" He further asked, his eyes now focused on me.

"S-she is our friend."

"So?"

"She is going through some financial problems, so we thought... of helping her out," Namjoon answered, while his eyes revolved around the room.

"Doesn't she have a family?"

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

"Yes, she must have. But I don't know much about them."

The father arched his brows in suspicion, and the son tried his best to stick to his self-made theory.

"Then you should have just helped her as a friend, why took her in as a house helper?"

Namjoon remained silent and shifted his gaze to the table. Suddenly the cup in front of him looked like a piece of art as he noticed its design for the first time.

"I thought you both took her in as your courtesan."

"Sorry father! What?!" Namjoon grimaced at his father's words as his ears couldn't believe what they just heard. But after analysing his son's expressions for a few moments, Mr Kim cackled.

"My sons can never do something so low, right?"

Namjoon's ears twitched at his words, and instead of feeling relieved, he felt a wave of sadness rippling inside his mind and heart.
Silence halted their conversation before Mr Kim decided to start a more meaningful conversation instead.

"You thought I wouldn't notice?"

Namjoon's eyes pierced in his direction, at the start of a new subject, but he remained quiet and waited for him to continue.

"I'm aware."

"Of what Father?"

"That you know. I'm talking about the reason behind your altered behavior from the past few months."

Mr Kim's words reached Namjoon's ears, and a nervous gag got trapped inside his throat. Realising the exact reason he was talking about, his heart raced inside his chest, he anxiously rubbed his hands on the fabric around his legs.