Blindfolded [Namjin] ✔

26. New beginning

Jin hid his face with a mask and walked into Namjoons apartment. He kept his head low and walked slowly, avoiding any contact with anyone.

Once he reached Namjoons house, he rang the bell a few times. No answer. He banged the door with his fist. No answer. "Joon!" He shouted only for him to get no response.

"Jin?" He turned around and was met with a shocked jimin holding a bag full of groceries. Jin sighed in relief and nodded his head. Jimin grabbed jins hand and dragged him to his apartment, opposite Namjoons.

"What are you doing here?" Jimin asked as he placed his bag on the counter. He walked to where jin was standing and pointed at the couch opposite to which he sat on.

"I want to talk to Namjoon. He didn't pick up my calls for weeks now and he hasn't replied to my texts." Jin said looking at jimin with determined eyes to see Namjoon. Jimin sighed and gave jin a sad smile.

"Namjoon...... Namjoon left. He left seoul and back to his home town. Ilsan-gu."

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Namjoon finally found it. His house. He spent more that 12 days looking for it. The house he and his parents lived in. The house looked the same. It was small, consisting of a living room, a bed room,kitchen and a bathroom. There was a old wooden door, keeping the house locked from the outside world and it had cobwebs surrounding it, making it look old and unused.

He didn't know if he should go inside. What if his parents didn't want him there? What if they don't remember him? So many thoughts went through his head.He shook his head and decided to knock the door. No response. He knocked again. No response

Did they go out?

Just as he was about to knock again, an old lady appeared behind him. He turned around and saw her. She looked like she was in her mid 60s, skin wrinkled, small, grey hair tied into a bun and carried a basket of rotten fruits.

"Are you looking for someone?" She asked him, setting her basket on the floor and cracking her back. "Ah old age." She Mutters to herself.

"Umm yeahh.... Doesn't a couple live here? Mr. And mrs kim?" He asked, hopeful to see his parents. The old lady smiles and steps closer to Namjoon, getting a clear look at him.

"Are you Namjoon?" She asked. He widened his eyes and smiled with hope. "Yes! Yes I am! Do you know my parents?? Are they here?" He asked, his voice seeping with excitement.

She smiled sadly as she sat on the stairs and patted the stone next to her, asking him to sit down. He kindly obliged and sat next to her.

"Your parents..... Your parents died almost 15 years ago. Just a few weeks after they left you in the railway station."Namjoon didn't know how to react. He kept quiet and the old lady continued.

" Your mom died first, starved herself. Couldn't believe what she did and ultimately died thinking she lost you forever. Your after on the other hand tried everything to get money and be able to bring ur family up and find u, but he too lost all hope once your mom died. He couldn't bare losing 2 people he loved the most and ultimately took his life too."

Namjoon didn't realize, but his eyes covered with tears and his cheeks stained. He wiped his face and looked away, staring at the cobwebs. He didn't know what to do Or how to feel. He knew his parents only for 6 years, yet he misses them even though he barely remembers them.

"Your dad had hope that u might come looking for him, so he wrote u a letter. I have it with me. I kept it, just in case." She said and guided Namjoon to her broken house. It was similar to his own, except it had lesser cobwebs.

She opened a wooden box in which was an old worn out paper. She held it out for him and Namjoon held it in his hands. He looked at it and back at the old lady. He bows 90° and thanks her. Before he could leave, the old lady stopped him and gave him the keys to his house.

"I was told to give it to you if u ever come here. Lucky for you no one wanted to take the house so it's still there." He took the house keys, bowed again, thanked the lady and went to the current hotel he was staying in.

He sat on the bed and looked at the paper in his hand. His had trembled as he opened the letter and let the words consume him.

Dear Namjoon,
I know you are mad at us and you have every right to be mad at us. No parent leave their child alone in a railway station. I don't know if you are well, but if u ever read this I hope you know how much we love you and how terribly sorry we are for what we did.
We don't have any money and are trying so hard to live. We knew if the police found you, you would be put in the Forster care system where they will feed you and you will be protected and probably get a new family who will treat you well, unlike us.
But life is hard Namjoon. We are cowards, we can't face life. We don't know if you are reading this, but if you are we hope you never give up, you always stand tall and never let people belittle you for anything, especially who you are.
We know we can't fit a life time of parenting into this one piece of paper, but we just want you to know that we love you so much and we are sorry for what we did.
We hope you live an amazing life.
Love,
Dad and mom

Namjoon cried as he read the words of his parents over and over again. He feels like his whole world crumbled to the floor. His parents, jin, jimin everyone seems to slip away from him. But he knew crying can't help him, so he got up packed his clothes into his suitcase and drove back home. His childhood home. To fix his life, to fix him.

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"So you know 4 languages?" The headmaster asks Namjoon as he sits opposite to him and fiddles with his fingers. He nods to the question. The headmaster looks at his file once more and looks back at him.

"Why did u come to ilsan if u had such an amazing job?" He asked, he didn't seem intrusive just slightly curious. "I had some problems..... I need this job. I love teaching! I can teach all four languages if you want." He said, hopeful that he might get the job if he was enthusiastic, even though he had no experience in teaching.

The head master sighs and looks at Namjoon again. "Don't think I don't know who you are Namjoon..... Everyone knows you for being the guy that turned jin gay." His heart dropped as he heard what the headmaster said. He looked down in shame, ready to hear homophobic insults and to be kicked out. But they never came.

"Your hired. I don't care about who you love. Love is love. I don't judge and neither does my students. It's my policy. You are just as welcomed as any other straight guy." He hands him his file and a temporary identity card with the name Namjoon and a slot for a picture.

Namjoon almost cries and thanks the teacher a thousand times before running out of the cabin and jumping in joy for getting a job finally after months. The pay was decent and he could live a peaceful life in his parents house.

He was ready to move on from everything that happened and start a new life. A life without drama, without his past and a life without jin.

Fuck! Fuck! I am so fucking sorry! I didn't write for so long. I have no excuse I was just so busy that I forgot about this book. Idk if my writing had changed but I hope u guys still read this.

Also 3k+ reads!?!? Wtf!? Did NOT expect that! Thank you so much!!!