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40

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The field was quiet and barren, the 8 a.m. wind crisp and sharp. Dried tears remain on the eldest's caramel cheeks, the cold nip dusting a pink shade on the tip of his nose. All seven stand there, staring at the lone tree holding up a wooden treehouse with a rope ladder hanging from its structure.

Seokjin never dreamed he'd be standing in front of this sacred place with anyone other than his sister, but he feels comfort in knowing he has more people he can trust. The eldest feels a warm hand on his shoulder and looks to his side, seeing the very man that helped him after passing out on the street nearly a year ago with a comforting yet still unfamiliar grin on his face.

"Are you ready?" Namjoon checks, rubbing circles softly on his hyung's shoulder. Jin nods, his shaking hands not giving him away. He builds up courage as butterflies do the same in a storm of his gut. "Do you want anyone to come in with you?"

"You and Jungkook would help." Seokjin replies, seeing a smile come across the youngest's face. The other four men stay back as they approach the treehouse, Seokjin's heartbeat steadily increasing with each step.

The inside of the treehouse is covered in random posters and wax crayon drawings, books scattered across the floor. A flower pot stands strong in the corner, still holding up a dead rose from years ago. Beside the flower pot, is the guitar. Jin rushes towards it, Jungkook and Namjoon both sitting on the pillows laying on the floor.

In the strings of the guitar is a small paper note. Seokjin pulls it out carefully, the soft material gliding against his fingers. Suddenly, nerves get the best of him. "I can't open it. I-I can't read it myself."

"Do you want me to read it for you?" Namjoon asks. The older nods, quickly handing it over to the silver haired man.
"Dear Seokjinnie,"

"If you're reading this note you've figured out the truth. I faked my death to escape from my mistakes. It was selfish, I know, and I know it hurt you a lot. But I didn't want the aftermath of my mistakes impact you as well. If I had actually died, the dept would've been passed on to you. Now I'm with mom, and she's been able to repay the dept because of her steady business. The thing is, I'm concerned for you Jinnie. I heard from Sungjin that you've been living with other mentally ill people. I don't see this as a bad thing at all, but I just want you to be safe, so I'm giving you a choice. On the back of the guitar is a plane ticket, set to leave July 3rd. You can come to LA and live with me and mom, we will take good care of you and make sure you find friends and love. Or, you could stay with them, and find your future and love on your own. I look forward to seeing you, love Jisoo."

The treehouse is silent, Seokjin staring at his palms. Namjoon feels a curling sensation in his stomach, a bad feeling, jealousy, and urge to rip the note into small pieces. But he knows this choice is Seokjin's, and that he'll probably want to be with his real family.

"I don't like how she worded it." Jungkook mumbles, just loud enough for the two to hear, clearly upset with the letter. He pouts as he looks at the silent Seokjin, who seems to be thinking really hard.

"I.." Seokjin starts, hesitation clear in his tone. "I want to see them.." he reveals, timid with his words, carefully stepping into hot water. "I don't like how she worded it either, but I want to see them. They're my family, after all."

Namjoon's heart feels like it's being twisted over and over, the small part in him hoping that the older would stay with him forever. He doesn't know why, but he always wants the pinkette to stay by him, the feeling deep inside him that always wants to hold Seokjin close.

He finally realizes what the feeling is, after the long time since they met in front of his own home.

"I understand." Namjoon forces out. Really, he does, but the pain irks him still. "You've known them your whole life, they're your family, you've only known us for nearly a year." Namjoon clears his throat, breaking eye contact from the older.

"Thank you for understanding."

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The balcony is silent. Namjoon stands there alone, looking at the view he's seen millions of times before. He feels numb, empty, blank.

The door slides open. "Namjoon-ah?"

The tall man without a smile does not turn around.

That voice. Gently carved from the smoothest of silver, a shining resonance and a tantalizing effect. The man it belongs to, fragile, easily trips over a stone on the driveway. Only to pass out and wake up in the home of someone who would grow to lose himself in a way he never thought possible.

A sigh is heard behind him. "Is everything alright Joon?" Concerned, Seokjin questions the younger.

"I don't know." Namjoon's head hangs down, heart beating quickly.

"What's on your min-"

"I like you."

Namjoon turns around to face the shocked pinkette, who's cheeks are dusted with a soft rose as his widened eyes show more of the beautiful silky brown shade they own.

"W-what?" Seokjin stutters, "you mean..."

"I like, like you hyung." Blush builds up on Namjoon's cheeks, the fear that the older won't accept his confession hitting him square in the face.

"O-oh... uh.." Seokjin struggles with his words. "Namjoon I.."

"It's okay, I understand if you don't like me back." Namjoon quickly interrupts, assuring the older, who nods softly.

"I-I apologize Joonie.. I just don't know if I feel the same honestly." The older blurts out, taking a hold of the sides of Namjoon's arms softly.

Seokjin continues. "I don't know, if I return your feelings, not yet."

Namjoon nods and smiles humbly, closing his eyes softly and letting out a defeated sigh through a pout. Despite the sugar coated rejection, there is still a possibility that Jin could discover similar feelings.

"Can I hug you?" Namjoon asks hesitantly.

"Of course." Jin replies, pulling the silver haired male in by himself. As he does so, a slight change of course sets in his gut.

Namjoon tilts his head into the crook of Seokjin's neck, feeling comforted in his hopeless romantic state. "I'm sad you have to go, honestly."

Jin hums in reply, rubbing soft circles into the younger's back.

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a/n

I hate that I have to keep apologizing yikes, I shouldn't be taking this long to update. Writer's block sucks.

It's finals month so I'm sorry if updates take a while.

PLEASE DON'T FORGET ABOUT THIS BOOK

If anyone is actually here, thanks for reading

- Cayson