bellflower estate | namjoon x bts

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CHAPTER TWO
poems

namjoon's new room was very similar to his old one, the only big difference being that it was slightly smaller than what he was used to. he briefly wondered if the decor of this room had been modeled after his old one; the bed sheets and comforter spread across the king-sized bed were the same gold and black pattern as the ones on his old bed; the furniture was all a matte black with small golden handles; black-out curtains were pulled across the large window on the far wall to keep the sun from shining down on him — or more importantly, to keep anyone from looking in.

but there were still a few things needing to be unpacked from the seven suitcases and four large boxes (all containing books of various genres) on the floor in an empty corner of the room. his katana was set up against the wall, waiting to be unwrapped and mounted on the wall above the bed.

deciding to get it out of the way, namjoon grabbed the katana and pulled at the string holding the cloth in place. he dropped the string and the cloth fell to the floor, and namjoon lightly brushed his fingers over the japanese characters engraved into the hilt of the sword.

the katana was gifted to namjoon's now-dead grandfather by the japanese yakuza years before namjoon was even a thought, and was then left to namjoon in his grandfather's will. and despite having bodyguards to protect him, namjoon carried the katana with him to almost every single event he was dragged to, simply because it made him feel safe.

with a heavy sigh, namjoon climbed up on the bed and carefully set the sheathed katana in the metal pegs already hammered into the wall, then stepped back to admire it for a moment, before moving on to other things.

he was only halfway through unpacking the second box of books when three light knocks came from the door.

namjoon barely glanced over his shoulder as he yelled, "come in," expecting the guest to be one of his guards.

but then hana stuck her head through the cracked-open door, wonho, chan, and jackson waiting patiently behind her. hana smiled and said, "master hoseok—" wonho's mouth twitched into something of an amused smirk, and jackson rolled his eyes and elbowed him in the ribs. "—will be home soon. he'd like to meet you right away."

namjoon looked from hana and down to the stacks of books surrounding him, each one a different letter of the alphabet, and some letters were even sorted into two piles in fear of one big pile toppling over. he glanced back up to hana, a small frown on his pale lips. "...can i finish unpacking my books first?"

hana faltered, then glanced down at her watch, gnawing on her bottom lip. "i... how about i come get you when he arrives?" namjoon's mouth gaped open for a bit before he nodded, deciding that that was better than nothing. hana smiled and turned around, addressing his bodyguards. "er—chan, dear?"

said male stood up straighter, if that was even possible. "yes ma'am?"

"could you help master namjoon, please?" chan nodded curtly. satisfied, hana started down the hallway, gesturing for wonho and jackson to follow. "i need you two to help me move master jungkook's weights down to the weight room. damn fool keeps bringing them up to watch tv while he works out, even though i keep telling him to leave them downstairs where they belong..." hana's voice faded the further the trio walked away from namjoon's room.

chan watched until they turned left down another corridor, and then stepped inside namjoon's room. he knelt down by a pile of books and picked up the top one, eyes scanning the cover. it was plain white with messily drawn scribbles that just screamed 'angst,' but there was no title or author, and when chan flipped through it, he found that on each page were small poems, each a range of four to ten lines, and written in messy cursive letters. the theme of each poem was just as angsty as the cover. chan held it up, a small furrow in his brow. "any good?"

namjoon set down the book he was holding, and glanced over toward chan. "uh, it was... interesting. jooheon gave it to me, actually. a week before the, uh, the..." namjoon trailed off, his glazed eyes falling to the ground.

chan sighed and set the book down, letting himself fall down onto his butt. "joon... there's nothing you could have done to help him."

but namjoon didn't answer, instead choosing to pull more books out of the box. he handed chan a small stack and told him to sort them into the alphabetical piles, and then grabbed a stack for himself.

⌲

ten minutes later, and namjoon was on one of the couches in the living room, jackson seated on his left side, wonho on his right, and chan standing behind him. namjoon stared down at his clasped hands and tensed slightly when jackson placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but then relaxed, realizing that it was his guard and not a threat — only to tense once again when he heard hana say, "welcome home, master hoseok. namjoon is waiting in the living room."

"thank you hana—" and then, "— oh, before i left, jungkook said he would be home late tonight. something about a last-minute mission? i dunno, i wasn't really paying attention — too excited to get home." hoseok laughed lightheartedly, and the sound made the pressure on namjoon's shoulders lift. maybe this 'jung hoseok' wouldn't be as scary or... intense (was that the word he was looking for?) as namjoon originally thought he would be.

and then light footsteps were nearing the living room, and just as hoseok stepped through the doorway, namjoon stood and turned, his eyes meeting a pair of bright ones that belonged to none other than jung hoseok. he only faltered for a second before bowing ninety degrees at the waist, spitting out an awkward, "it's an honor to meet you!"

when he stood back up, ignoring his guards' muffled laughter at his awkwardness, hoseok was grinning from ear to ear, his lips forming a stretched out heart. he bowed as well, but the movement wasn't nearly awkward as namjoon's. "likewise; it isn't every day you meet the legendary kim namjoon."

namjoon felt the tips of his ears go hot, and resisted the urge to curl in on himself. though he hadn't done anything to earn the "legendary" title, most people he ran into that worked under his father referred to him as someone great, who would lead them to victory when he took over his father's position. namjoon didn't want to have to live up to it. and yet, at the same time, he couldn't wait to take over — to be the leader of the biggest mafia group in korea.

when namjoon didn't reply or attempt to start up a conversation, hoseok asked, "have you seen the garden yet?"

"ye—"

"good. how about we take a walk until taehyung gets home?"

and so, namjoon quietly followed hoseok out to the beautiful flower garden. jackson and wonho trailed behind a decent distance away and bickered back and forth (as per usual), while hana kidnapped chan and had him help her make dinner.

hoseok broke the silence when he asked, "i understand one of your guards, lee jooheon, went missing two weeks ago, correct?"