𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

Changes

*Non-Idol AU*

(Big brother!Namjoon x Little Brother!Male Reader)

Namjoon glances over at his little brother with furrowed eyebrows, the boy's music blaring at a little too loudly (almost concerning) of a volume in his headphones before he turns back to his plate and takes another bite of his dinner. Namjoon's eyes dart to his parents and he can tell by the way their frowns pull tighter by the second that they're starting to get annoyed at the teenager who has said absolutely nothing in the past ten minutes.

"Namjoon," his mother calls, "can you tell M/N to turn the music off?"

Namjoon nods and lightly nudges M/N in the side with his elbow. The sixteen-year-old looks away from his food and to his big brother, his brow quirking in question. Namjoon gestures to one of his ears and the boy pulls out a bud to hear what he has to say.

"Mom asked you to turn the music off."

"Why?"

"We're at dinner, hun," she answers for the older sibling, smiling at her son. "It's a little rude."

M/N scoffs, popping the bud back into his ear.

"Whatever."

The boys' father suddenly slams his hand on the table, catching both kids by surprise, and they all hear M/N's music pause.

"Your mother asked you to turn the music off, so turn that shit off!" He exclaims.

"Okay, okay," M/N mutters, taking his headphones out completely and putting them in his lap. "Jesus..."

The room basks in an awkward silence that seemed to stretch on for hours (but was really only fifteen seconds) and Namjoon clears his throat.

"So, uh," the older sibling's eyes dart down to his brother's attire, "nice outfit, M/N. It really screams...different."

Certainly different than the last time Namjoon had seen him...

M/N holds his food in his cheek to say, "Thank you", and Namjoon nods before turning back to his food.

"I would say rebellious," the father mutters presumably to himself, but everyone at the table hears him, and M/N's jaw clenches. He doesn't say anything, though.

The room gets quiet again. After a few minutes of audible chewing and clinking silverware, M/N clears his throat, and draws everyone's attention.

"So, mom," he starts, "can I hang out with my friends tomorrow afternoon? We want to go the skatepark for a bit before we go catch a movie."

"Um," the woman shakes her head, "I don't know, sweetheart. It's a school night and—"

"I'll be back before nine," M/N interrupts, earning a warning look from his father that goes unnoticed either purposely or unintentionally—it could go either way. "That gives me enough time, so I won't be late for school. Please?"

"I don't think so, M/N." The boy's mother purses her lips. "Not on a school night, hun, I'm sorry. Maybe you guys can go on the weekend?"

"They didn't ask me to go on the weekend, they asked me to go tomorrow. If we were gonna go on the weekend, don't you think I would have asked to go Saturday?"

"M/N," Namjoon watches his mother sigh and put her chopsticks down on the table, "I don't want you going out on a school night—"

"Oh," M/N scoffs harshly, "but your precious Namjoon," the teen spits his brother's name out as if it was akin to poison that the aforementioned male doesn't hesitate to notice, "got to go out on school nights any time he wanted."

"Your mom said no," their father clicks his tongue. "That's the end of it—"

"That's such bullshit, though!"

Namjoon watches M/N argue with their parents with wide eyes and his hand hovering above his long-forgotten food.

'It seems like a lot of stuff changed while I was away...'

The twenty-year-old had only been gone and majoring in anthropology at University for the past two years, but he always made sure to call and text his family. But, oddly enough, he didn't FaceTime that much, so you can imagine his shock when he came home for the summer to see his little brother wearing spiked chokers and t-shirts saying, 'ACAB', and, 'Peg The Patriarchy'.

"Hey!" M/N's father snaps. "That's enough!"

"But—"

"Now!"

The boy releases a groan of frustration before standing up from the table, his chair scraping noisily along the tile, and storms off to his bedroom.

"No one in this house listens to me!"

The sound of a slamming door follows M/N's exclaimation and then it goes quiet.

'Well,' thought Namjoon, 'that was...something.'

(A/N: I'm back?👀 It's an official/unofficial thing right now, only because I'm already stresssed enough as it is with college, so might as well pile on some more!😌 It feels good to write again, though.)