Moonchildren

•Kim Namjoon•

"Namjoon-ah!" A shrills voice travels up the marble spiral staircase, to the second floor and enters the said boy's room ending in a troubling echo.

Namjoon, flinches at the sudden sound. "Namjoon-ah! Come here!" His heart beat races at the furious command.

He quickly shuts his notebook and places it atop of the mountain of books already conquering his grey oakwood desk top. "I'll be there in a sec!" He yells loudly yet with a tone that hold atmost respect.

He quickly removes his earphones and places them in his desk shelve. He then quickly run down stairs hesitantly wondering as to why he's summoned so urgently. Did he do something wrong and might not have noticed? It cannot be about his grades, he got a perfect score in all his subjects according to his last report. He did all of his homework and he was just studying. What could it be?

Before he arrives at the stairs, he takes off his hoodie he had completely forgotten about. Underneath, revealing a white button up shirt. He tucks it into his pants and adjusts his belt holding onto his slacks. He then quickly fixes his collar before, "Namjoon-ah!" before that. He runs down the steps and follows his mother's voice into their living room.

"Eomma?" He enters the living and humbly bows towards her. "Abeoji." he turns towards him and how's as well, as soon as he looks up, he is met with the scorching gazes of the elders so places his hands behind his back and gazes at the floor.

"Namjoon-ah." He mother starts, tone hard.

"Eomma." He bows, once again.

"Is there something you would wish to tell us?" His mother, Hajoon, asks in an intimidatingly calm voice, considering her previous tone, Namjoon was sure she was going to bit his head off.

"I-I don't believe so." He meets her gaze and shakes his head no softly.

"Are you sure about that?" She presses.

"Certainly." Namjoon answers firmly.

"Nothing at all? No secrets? No distractions?" Hajoon continues to interrogate. Namjoon starts feeling unsure himself. He fishers with his fingers behind his back.

"A-affirmative." He looks away and stiffens up.

"Hm." Hajoon nobs, bitting her inner cheek, her eyes unreadable.

"Daehyun."

At that, he moves, for the first time since Namjoon entered the room. This results in the boy shifting uncomfortably on his feet. His father, Daehyun, extracts something from behind his back.

Namjoon's eyes grow two time larger, glues to the tattered, poorly kept object.

"Does this look familiar, adeul?" He questions, same tone as his wife who stands with her hands on her hips, head tilted to the side.

"A-abeo-"

"Does this look familiar? Ye hog-eun anio?(yes or no?)" He raises his tone. Namjoon flinches. He ponders over what he could possibly answer.

If he says yes, his parents might kill him, according to his beliefs. If he were to say no, it would obviously be a lie. It's has his name written all over it, literally!

"A-ani." He answers before he could think it through.

"Oh, so you're denying that you're , Kim Namjoon, aka, Rap Monster, aka RM?" He mother reads the cover in pure disgust. Mentally facepalms himself self for two reasons. One being, he just lied in his parents faces when he was clearly guilty and 'B', he wrote his name all over the cover!

An ugly silence settles in, Namjoon's eyes locked with his mother's as they weaver.

"I...I can explain." He begins, feeling a lump in his throat.