bellflower estate | namjoon x bts

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CHAPTER ONE
elitist

namjoon stood in front of the door of the extravagant bellflower mansion, the main attraction of the bellflower estate. his heart hammered against his chest and his knuckles turned white as his fists curled around the handle of one of six suitcases, while the other gripped a sheathed and disguised katana, wrapped meticulously in black, red, and gold cloth. he used the end of the katana to scratch his nose.

"are you gonna knock?" jackson wang, one of namjoon's personal bodyguards, prompted. when namjoon made no move to yank on the golden door-knocker, nor answer his question with a verbal reply, jackson's frown deepened and he grumbled, "my arms are gonna fall off at this rate."

shin hoseok, more commonly known as wonho, was another one of namjoon's guards. he rolled his eyes, lightly kicking the back of jackson's left knee. "you're only carrying one suitcase, while chan and i have to take two. quit complaining."

bang chan, the third (yet not final) bodyguard, chose to stay out of yet another one of their arguments and simply took a step closer to namjoon.

jackson peered over his shoulder to glare at wonho. "you're just carrying his clothes and shit. i have to carry his guns and knives and—"

not wanting to hear his whining any longer, wonho (carefully) dropped the suitcases he was holding to the ground, and yanked the one jackson was holding out of his hands. "there. happy now?"

jackson pursed his lips and picked up the two suitcases. his frown somehow deepened even further. "no. i think one of these has all of his shoes. namjoon, why are your shoes so heavy?"

the words barely registering in his mind and misty gaze still trained on the painted red door, namjoon mumbled, "i dunno."

all three had been some of namjoon's only friends before inevitably becoming his bodyguards when they each turned eighteen. yet bang chan, being the youngest and closest to namjoon's age of seventeen, knew him best. he knew when he was happy, sad, angry, or scared before anyone else. and he knew when namjoon was nervous, just as he was now.

he took a step forward, gently placing one of the suitcases down on the ground. he placed his now empty hand on Namjoon's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "you'll be fine, namjoon. we're right here beside you, and we won't leave until you want us to."

namjoon glanced at his friend briefly, before nodding his head slightly and sucking in a deep breath. tucking the katana under his arm and stepping up to the door, he shakily grabbed hold of the door knocker, pulled it back, and slammed it down three times.

less than thirty seconds later, the door swung inward to reveal the maid he'd been told about; miss lee hana. her black hair that had grayed slightly at the roots was pulled back into a tight bun at the base of her neck. she wore the typical all-black kim family maid uniform (the same ones the maids in his own home wore and had worn since before he could remember) that contrasted her pale, nearly wrinkle-free skin. a bright grin was on her painted red lips, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

namjoon found his voice and bowed at the waist, and his guards followed suit. "it's a pleasure to finally meet you, miss lee."

the maid bowed as namjoon stood. "likewise. and please, hana or miss hana is perfectly fine." hana noticed the way jackson was struggling to carry the suitcases he was given and quickly stepped off to the side, waving them inside the door. "come in, come in. set those bags down before you hurt yourselves."

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a half an hour, two turkey sandwiches, and a glass of lemonade later, and namjoon and his guards were shown to their rooms, each on the second floor. namjoon's was between jackson and chan, while wonho's was on the opposite side of the hall.  hana told them that her room was a few doors down, while the "masters" rooms were on the same floor but in a separate hallway, and that they would be pointed out later on in the tour.

hana showed them literally the whole mansion. the garden out behind the mansion, the tool shed, the rose bush maze and gazebo in the center, the pool, the workout gym, shooting range, training room, and a literal high-school gymnasium in the basement. she showed them the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, and the game room. there was a home theater, sixteen additional guest bedrooms, ten rooms filled with the most random crap, and even a room full of oil paintings of hot naked men.

and at the end of the tour, while the boys were given time to unpack and settle in before dinner, namjoon realized he hadn't seen any of his new temporary "guardians" — all six of them. they were the six that made up his father's elitist team; bangtan. they were a top secret team that only a select few knew about, and who namjoon and his guards only learned about two days before.

namjoon was told very little about bangtan; there were six members, their names were jeon jungkook, kim seokjin, park jimin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, and kim taehyung, and on his eighteenth birthday, he would be joining the team.