bellflower estate | namjoon x bts

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CHAPTER EIGHT
horrible

"namjoon?" no response.

"namjoon, talk to me." namjoon simply blinked.

his father sighed, rolling his eyes. "namjoon you can't just sit there and stare at me like that. you look like a statue. it's... unnerving."

namjoon simply shrugged, choosing to remain silent. he was done crying. he was done taking everyone's shit. he was done with everything, it seemed. his father didn't bother to tell him about his older brothers who just so happened to kidnap his best friend, so why should namjoon bother to give him a reply?

so for a lengthy period of time, father and son sat across from each other, neither tearing their gaze from the other's identical eyes.

and surprisingly, namjoon's father was the one to speak first. "i'm sorry that i didn't tell you about your brothers, namjoon. i know i should have, but after all that happened before they disappeared, i wanted to forget about them... wanted to erase their existence from my mind."

namjoon begrudgingly broke his brief vow of silence, curiosity getting the better of him. "what did they do that was so bad?"

"they killed your mother, joon. they killed her just a month after you were born." his father couldn't meet namjoon's eyes, not after delivering that devastating news.

namjoon, however, felt like he'd just been stabbed in the chest repeatedly with a serrated blade, and before he knew it, his eyes were glazed over. well, so much for not crying anymore.

"what? why — why would they—?"

"...they wanted revenge. i... i was a horrible father to them. i neglected them. i pushed them to their breaking point. i told them... horrible things, namjoon. i told them that if they weren't good enough, i'd throw them out on the streets. i-i abused them. and i didn't realize my actions were wrong until it was too late." namjoon had never seen his father so emotional in his whole life, but now it seemed that years of wear and tear were taking their toll on him.

but namjoon couldn't wrap his head around what his father was saying — he was abusive? neglective? that didn't sound like the father namjoon knew. no, his father was supportive. he helped namjoon back up on his feet after every little stumble. guided him through every little obstacle. his father was loving and caring. his father patched up his wounds, no matter how small. his father was someone namjoon had always looked up to.

his father wasn't this... monster he said he was.

namjoon shook his head, foot tapping on the floor incessantly. "no—no. you're lying! you—you would never hit your kid... you never hit me! you never put me down or told me i wasn't good enough! i—" namjoon cut himself off as a weird, strangled sound erupted from his throat, and he slapped a hand over his mouth before another sob could escape.

he couldn't imagine his father that horrible. he didn't want to believe it.

it was weird to think of your father, someone you had always looked up to as a good man, as the opposite of what you've always known him to be.

but namjoon's father glared at the floor in shame, clearing his throat before he began to speak. "...i had their mothers killed. as soon as the boys were old enough to begin training, i killed them so that there would no longer be any distractions. i-i had this fucked up mindset that if they had no emotional attachment to anyone or anything, they would be stronger than me. better than me. they would build our mafia into an empire, and rule all of seoul. or even all of korea.

"but all i did was make them turn on me. yoo was the ring-leader — jisoo just followed his brother. but both had... had a lust for revenge. they went after you that night, but you'd been restless at night and would only sleep if one of us was in the room with you. and before they could kill you, she got in the way. i...

i was too late. by the time i got to your room, they were gone, and her body was on the floor."

namjoon buried his head in his hands and tugged at his hair, silent tears streaming from his eyes. he didn't dare open his mouth, the fear of his loud sobs attracting attention from those waiting just outside the door blaring in the back of his mind.

"namjoon... after your mother's death, i realized that i needed to be a better father — a better man. i got help and changed my ways, so that i could be someone for you to look up to. i tried, i really did, and for a while i thought that the past was behind me.

"... but now, son, i think they're back. they didn't get to kill you last time, and so they're determined to get the job done now. they know that you're the only thing important to me, and so they know that if anything happens to you, it'll hurt me as well."

namjoon sucked in shuddery breaths, trying to calm himself down. he didn't want to need chan's help with this anymore. he didn't want to burden everyone with his stupid fucking panic attacks. he didn't want to feel so not in control of his mind—

eventually, namjoon looked up, wiping at his runny nose and eyes. "ho-how does... how does jooheon tie into all of... this?"

his father clicked his tongue. "if my theory is correct... they'll start off small. they've got wits, and they're tactical. they know that if they take one of your friends hostage, it'll shake you up — throw you off your game. then they'll let him go, and you'll see him so close to death that it'll either stir something vengeful in you and make it into a fun little game for them... or it will break you even more."

namjoon's eyes widened, so many things clicking into place at once. "you mean—"

namjoon's father nodded. "yes, they will purposefully let jooheon and jungkook escape. jooheon will be fine, namjoon, but only because they want you to see your best friend broken. when they return and you see jooheon, you can't let this shake you, son. you need to be strong, and you need to stay on alert. don't let your guard down. you got me?"

namjoon nodded, one single thought echoing in his mind like a mantra; jooheon's coming home.

jooheon's coming home.

jooheon's coming home.

jooheon's... coming home.

namjoon let out a sob and a broken laugh, finally collapsing in his chair. "he's coming home..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

he didn't know how long the two of them sat there, one elated despite the gloom and doom looming above them, and the other wrenched with guilt.

and then suddenly the door was thrown open, and an out-of-breath min yoongi rushed into the room. he barely noticed the heavy atmosphere surrounding the father and son duo as he stood beside namjoon, a small grin on his lips that gave namjoon even more hope.

"we made contact with jungkook,

"they're safe, and in an ambulance headed to seoul national hospital."

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a/n;
a lil bit of angst and a
lil bit of happiness