... And Other Ships

BTS: Home For Misfits

Namjoon was very intrigued when he saw the ad in the newspaper, but now as he stood outside the seemingly small, run-down building with the clipped-out ad crinkling in his hand, he became nervous. 

Bangtan's Home For Misfit Children was painted in a rather gorgeous font on the faded sign on the wrought-iron front gate, which creaked rather loudly as the young man pushed it open. As soon as he stepped through, the gate slammed shit all by itself, and Namjoon's nerves grew as he heard the slither of chains as the gate seemingly locked itself. 

Magic doesn't exist, Joon, he told himself as he continued up the cobblestone path that lead to the ancient mahogany front door, which had a rather beautiful silver knocker. As he came closer, he realized that the knocker was a magnificent lion, who held a large ring in its mouth. 

"Who disturbs us at this time?" the lion crooned, and Namjoon screamed, nearly falling back down the steps. There was no way in all logical reasoning that the door-knocker had just spoke. 

Still, Namjoon cleared his throat and said, "Kim Namjoon. I was told to meet Kim Seokjin at this exact location for our meeting at exactly one-thirty-five in the afternoon, which is in two minutes, forty-nine seconds." 

The knocker hummed in agreement, and the click of three locks unlocking could be heard from within. "Go straight inside and take an immediate left. There is a set of stairs. Go up those stairs, at the very end of the hall. Master Jin is waiting." 

And Namjoon opened the door, took an immediate left, walked up the set of stairs, and made his way to the very end of the hall. He tripped over a few toys and grinned at dusty picture frames of children that lined the walls, but he made it to Jin's office. 

"Ah, Namjoon! You're -"

"Seventy-one seconds early, yes, I know. Nice to meet you, Jin-sunbae," the young man said politely, bowing to a pleasantly-surprised man who sat behind a large desk. 

The man had a wide chest and an easily-approachable aura about him, with honey-grey hair and silver eyes. It was easy to tell that this man has been on this earth much longer than the seventeen-year-old has, but he didn't have a single line of age adorning his face. He was very beautiful. 

"Please, call me Jin. I'm old, but we're friends now. Take a seat," the man - Jin - instructed, a small grin on his face as he reached out to shake Namjoon's hand. "So, you're here with the ad in your hand, but I want to know why you're truly here." 

The young man coughed nervously, never one for explaining his situation with strangers, but complied nonetheless. "Um, m-my parents died a very long time ago. I was only four. I was sent to live with my aunt, who passed away back in April. I-I saw this ad because, well, you take in children?" 

Jin nodded as he leaned back in his chair, occasionally eyeing the door. "Yes, we do take in children - misfit children. You see, Namjoon, every child under our care has been abandoned because their family either died or figured out that their children weren't... normal. Every child here has a supernatural ability of some sorts," he explained carefully, not even flinching when Namjoon furrowed his brows in confusion. 

"Supernatural? Like magic? Things like that don't exist," the boy reasoned, pushing his glasses back up on his nose a little. 

Jin only hummed, "Here, they do. I created this place centuries ago - two, to be exact - as a safe place for children just like me. I have mana-manipulation. I can control the abilities of every child and caregiver in this facility. That means, I can reveal the troublemakers spying on us in the doorway."