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'Nice to see you again.' That was a lie, an obvious lie.
Seokjin sets his warm cup of coffee on the glass table in the tattoo shop, the takeout boxes empty and the empty soda cans satisfied the men. Hoseok sinking into the large bean bag, and Hyungsik sits next to him. Namjoon sits next to Seokjin, his fingers fidgeting in discomfort, yet he still holds a nonchalant expression.
"What is it you want?" Seokjin says, "As if coming to Seoul wasn't bad enough, why come here?"
Hyungsik rests his hands on his knees. "Is it a crime to see old friends?" he says.
"Bullshit," Seokjin shakes his head, "I thought we settled it, you leave our family alone."
"Hoseok," Namjoon softly says, "Would you like to go upstairs? You can water the sunflowers in my room or watch tv."
Namjoon knew Hoseok hated arguments, or tension in rooms. Hoseok didn't belong in a situation he didn't understand, or even know at all. In this situation, Namjoon had to play a serious father role in order to keep everyone in order.
"Or you can read in my office," Namjoon says, "I have plenty books to keep you occupied." Hoseok nodded excitedly, looking at Seokjin worryingly before scurrying away from the tension.
Namjoon stayed silent till he could no longer hear Hoseok's footsteps. With a deep breath, "I don't know what you think you'll get out of coming here, but i need you to stay away from my family," Namjoon cups his hands together, "If you consider this a joke or game, Hyungsik. It certainly isn't, so I suggest you head home."
Hyungsik smiles softly and shakes his head,c crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sure you know i've matured, Mr.Kim. I don't intend to physically harm any of you."
"So what?" Seokjin asks, "Are you asking for forgiveness? You're not going to get it. You're going to have to get through hell before we can even accept the word sorry."
"You hurt him, you hurt us," his hands clenched, "Yet you had the audacity to step foot in here, so what is it you want? What will it take till you stop, and let Taehyung go?"
"Have i mention, your sons have grown." Hyungsik hums, "Taehyung looks undeniably handsomer than the last time i saw him."
Namjoon puts his hands on his knees. "Please, just stay away from him. He doesn't want anything to do with you," Namjoon says, "You were a kind boy when I first met you, but you are no longer respected. I am not a man of fighting, so please. Leave.."
"You have lost respect in this family when you took Taehyung's dignity away from him," he sighs, "If you still have any ounce of sanity in you. I want you to know, the most hard breaking moment for a father is when his very own child confesses that he survives off of hotlines and sleeping pills because he can't bring himself to talk out ways to end pain without hurting himself."
"Strong willed people do break," Seokjin brings the cup of coffee to his lips,
