𝘯𝘫 𝘹 𝘣𝘵𝘴 ✎ (click if you can relate)

• chapter eleven •

° vmon °
• stepbrothers •
° soft °
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“a new brother?”

“yes, he was in an abusive household, so we're taking him in. and besides, it's the little brother that you've always wanted.”

“that was when I was a kid, dad.” the young boy continued to tap away on his phone.

his father sighed, “listen, I know it's been hard since your mom died, but–”

“don't bring her up into this! just, get out.”

“but son–”

“get out!” taehyung threw a pillow in his father's direction, finally seeing him gently close the door.

he looked over the picture of when they were younger, taehyung was only about 7 at the time, still naive to what his mother was going through.
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“lucky you, someone's willing to adopt you.” a voice made namjoon snap his head around.

“no way, you're messing with me.” the man shook his head.

“nope, and it's a pretty rich family, too. start packing, their coming soon.” the younger swallowed thickly before walking to the room he shared with his lifelong friend.

“why are you packing?”

“someone's adopting me...”

“w-wait, what? i-i thought that we would get adopted to-together!”

“i can't control that seokie, we made that promise when we were kids.”

“why did it have to be you first.” he grumbled.

“are you ok? look if I could–”

“shoulda, woulda, coulda,” the red-head crossed his arms, “i thought we were gonna stay together, through thick and thin. guess I was wrong.” he stormed out the room.

“i'll miss you too.” he stuffed the last shirt in his tan bookbag and zipped it.
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“hello, kim namjoon.” the older man put his hand out, he looked it over before shaking it awkwardly.

“ok, hey mister....”

“kim. mister kim.”

namjoon bowed slightly to show respect, “where do I sleep?”

“you can sleep in any room you want, but my son is sleeping in the room right in front of the stairs.” he nodded.

“thanks again.” he saw a door that was right next to the other teenager's room, and decided to go there.

the boy was emptying out his bookbag when a picture fell out, it was him and his best friend, hoseok, smiling ear to ear, he sighed.

“sorry.” he places the picture down gently, jumping when a voice came from the doorway.

“hey, you're the kid we adopted, right?”

“um, rude way to say that, but yeah.”

“ok, let me rephrase that, are you the dear young boy, who came from a different woman that we decided to take in?”

“well, you're a douche. and yes. you must be–”

“–kim taehyung.” he butted in, flicking the lollipop stick he had on namjoon's forehead.

“oh, and one more thing... don't go in my room, ok?”

“ok.”

“thanks!” he waved lightly and slammed the door behind him.

this was going to fun, let's see how long before this family throws me out on the street.

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