bellflower estate | namjoon x bts

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CHAPTER THREE
reconnaissance

ten days ago;
namjoon stood outside of his father's office, his nerves through the roof. he'd never confronted his father about anything before, always the perfect child who did what he was told when he was told. but this time it was different. this time, he couldn't just sit there and wait for the problem to solve itself. this time, one of his best friends was nowhere to be found.

chan, jackson, and wonho stood behind him, each standing tall and alert. if anyone asked (which they wouldn't), they were simply doing their job as namjoon's bodyguards. but deep down, they were all just as worried for their missing friend. that, and, namjoon needed all the moral support he could get to confront his father like this.

anger, confusion, and so many other emotions whipping around inside him, namjoon sucked in a deep breath and didn't even bother to knock before shoving the door open, stalking into the room with fervor; he wasn't giving himself anymore time to chicken out.

not when jooheon needed him.

namjoon's father looked up from his desk, a familiar scowl on his lips. "namjoon, what are you doing here?" he glanced at the rolex on his wrist, frown deepening. "you're supposed to be at your english lesson-"

"my english is fine," namjoon replied in english, every word, and even his accent, perfect. "but jooheon is not. he should have been back two days ago — two. days. that's when he said he would be back from that fucking mission. so where the fuck is he?"

namjoon's father sighed, taking off his reading glasses and folding them before setting them down on his desk. he pushed out his chair, stood, and walked around his desk, then gestured for namjoon's guards to leave.

once the trio reluctantly left and the door was closed, namjoon's father slumped back against his desk. "we have a vague... idea of where he is."

"so why haven't you gone after him?"

"it's not that simple, namjoon." there was a pause, as he rubbed at his tired eyes. "do you even know what his mission was?"

"no." namjoon gulped down the lump in his throat. "he knows we're not supposed to divulge that information."

namjoon's father nodded. "he was doing simple reconnaissance at a supposedly abandoned train station at the edge of our territory in seoul; there was a sudden spike in electricity in that area. it was supposed to be a quick in-and-out, just to make sure that the station was still deserted. but..."

"he never came back." namjoon finished.

"we sent people to the area, but the only sign that mr. lee was there were his tags, and a small puddle of blood beside them." namjoon's father glanced out the large widow of his office, an almost far-off look in his eyes.

"it's almost too easy... almost like they want us to find them."

"what d'you mean?"

now;
namjoon sat across from hoseok at the table placed in the center of the gazebo, his eyes aimed at his hands fidgeting in his lap. he avoided hoseok's intense gaze that had been trained on him since the second namjoon started telling his story, knowing that if he looked into the deep brown pools his confidence would dive down at least three notches.

"... the blood wasn't his — jooheon's. it was a guy named 'son hyunwoo' — father told me that he most likely got the drop on jooheon."

hoseok leant back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. "son hyunwoo... why does that name sound familiar?"

namjoon briefly glanced up at him. "i... dad wouldn't tell me any more, so i did some research. his, well, street name, is 'shownu'. he's the guy that—"

"that shot up one of the white dragons' ports last april. yeah, that was a pretty... gory scene." hoseok chuckled a little bit, but upon seeing namjoon's unamused expression, stopped laughing and cleared his throat. "sorry."

the pair sat there for a few moments in tense silence, before hoseok opened his mouth once again. "i know we're not supposed to share mission information, but... i lied when i told hana i didn't know what jungkook was doing tonight."

"...he's going after jooheon, isn't he?" hoseok nodded, and namjoon's breath hitched, and his hands wrapped tight around the armrests of his chair. "i have to go with him."

jackson —who had been surprisingly quiet up until then— stood from on one of the benches that lined the outside of the gazebo that he'd lazily thrown himself down onto earlier, and stalked toward the table, wonho not far behind. "not happening."

namjoon scoffed and stood. "yes, it is. jooheon's practically family. i can't just sit here and wait for someone to bring him back — not when i'm perfectly capable of doing it myself."

before jackson or wonho could push that he just stay where he was, hoseok stood as well, casually sticking his hands inside his pockets as he wandered toward the trio. "excuse me," he muttered, stepping between the two guards. he stopped in front of namjoon, clenching his jaw lightly as he stared into the boy's eyes.

his lips quirked upward slightly as he placed a hand on namjoon's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "no offense, but while that may be true, namjoon... just try to have a little faith in jungkook. in all honesty, he's probably the best there is when it comes to missions like this. he will get jooheon back."

namjoon bit his lip anxiously, resisting the urge to shrug off his hand. "how do i know that's true? how do i know you're not just saying that to keep me from leaving?"

hoseok dropped his hand and shrugged. "you don't. believe me or don't, but either way, none of us are letting you leave these grounds. not your guards, not hana, not taehyung, not yoongi, not seokjin, not jimin, and not me." namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but hoseok beat him to it. "and don't even try to sneak out, because the minute a door, or a window opens without proper authorization, an alarm will go off, and all... six... seven... nine of us will be on your ass in seconds."

namjoon's glazed over eyes flickered from hoseok's to wonho and jackson's determined expressions, sighing; as much as he wanted to escape and help save his best friend, he had to stay and hope that this jungkook guy was really as good as hoseok said he was.

"alright, fine. but if jooheon's not with jungkook when he comes back, i will be going after him, and there's nothing you guys can do to stop me."

"... except for our security system." hoseok said.

"and the fact that i'm faster than you and can easily tackle you to the ground." wonho,

"we have guns."

"jackson!" wonho scolded.

"what?"

"you don't even know where he's being held." hoseok pointed out.

namjoon's shoulders deflated, and he couldn't help but slump back down into his chair. he really was helpless...

jackson suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket, eyes scanning the screen, before he shoved it back in his pocket. "message from chan; taehyung and jimin are home."

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a/n;
anxjsnalx trying to come up with gang names that don't sound cheesy af is so haaard.