My Brothers Best Friend

Backstory

(A/N: I PUT MY KPOP WALL UP!!! THE EMPTY SPACE IS FOR MY 1TEAM ALBUM IM GETTING SOON)

   We drive down the street and while in the car I have Namjoon on the phone, an angry Namjoon.

"I can't believe you! I called so many times! How did you not see a single call?! Silent?! Yeah right! Your so in trouble when you get home!" Everything I said he already had a responses. I just talked to him in a calm voice and explained everything. I got more and more angry just listening to him and I was so close to screaming back until Jin took the phone from my hand. He took him off speaker and lowered the volume.

   He began to talk to him while I tried to stay calm. When we pulled up to the house Namjoon was already outside. He hung up the phone and he gripped the phone to the point I saw a crack form.

   "Look Namjoon. She just wants to finish the project. Leave this be, it was only an hour more." Jin said as he got out the car and ran up to talk to Namjoon. "An hour?! Yeah Ok! She should've at least texted." I ran in and went straight to my room. I looked out my window and saw Jin calming Namjoon down. He looked more relaxed but still mad. They both looked up at the window and I looked back. I could barely make out the words Jin was saying.

(Jin P/O/V)

"She's not 3 anymore Namjoon. She's has the right to be with anyone or have her own car at least." I look at him and he seems to calm down. "I don't want her to go away too." He says back. "I know Namjoon but the more you do this the more she wants to leave. I've been with you since the beginning. She's not like your mom or dad."

The truth is his dad was an alcoholic and his mom was secretly a stripper. His dad wouldn't work and would stay home drunk. His mom knew she wanted a better life for her kids so she did it behind her dads back. One day the house phone got a call from the stripper place she worked at , asking her to come in the weekend, and his dad picked up the phone. He was so drunk he abused her. To the point where he he killed her. After he realize what he had done he killed himself. Namjoon had ran down the stairs to greet his mom but stopped half way when his dad began to yell. He was about 12 years old so he understood what was going on when he was yelling. He ran back up and grabbed Y/N. While his parents had their backs turned they left the house. Namjoon told her to play with they toys outside. He looked through the window and saw her get shoot right in front of him. Without hesitation he took Y/N by the hand and ran to my house. My family treated them as children.

He was scared that if she had a car she'd leave to a party, find a man like my dad, and suffer the way their mom did.

Y/N still didn't know about it. She was told the day they left it caught on fire and they died when their dad rushed to try and get the mom out, but failed. She believed it but one day she has to know. Namjoon wasn't ready to tell her the truth. He believed that would push her away more.

"Please Namjoon I know what happened but tell her. She needs to know. One day.... she's not the same 3 year old girl anymore." I said to him. I saw tears threaten to fall from his eyes but he blinked them back. "Thank you Jin, for everything." He hugged me and went back inside.

(Namjoon P/O/V)

I walked upstairs slowly. I went to open the door but it was locked. I knocked and soft voice came from inside. "I'm sorry. It'll never happen again." My heart broke. I am pushing her away. "Y/N.... please, let me in." I said in a small voice. The door slowly opened and Y/N was seen with her head down and her hair covering her face down, crying.

(Flashback)

My dad, drunk, calls my sister down. I was sitting at the top of the stairs. She had her head down with her hair coving her crying face. She was scared every time our dad got drunk. Sometimes he'd beat us and it was a scary experience. I hear her conversation with my dad.

Dad: Where's the bottles!
Y/N: I hid them
Dad: WHY!
Y/N: Because your scary when your drunk daddy! I don't like it....
Dad: That's too bad!

Looking through the bars of the railing to the stairs I see him raise a hand at Y/N, as if to slap her. Y/N blocked her face in defense and began to speak.

Y/N: Ok I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hid them. Please just don't be mad."

(End of Flashback)

I run to her and hug her. I softly cry onto her shoulder and she crys onto into my chest. "I'm sorry." I kept repeating. She shook her head. "No I'm sorry. I should've texted you or told you. Please just don't be mad." I begin to cry even more and break the hug. "There's something I've been hiding." I get her hand a sit her in the living room. "Mom and dad didn't die in a fire trying to save us." I say. "What?"

I tell her what really was going on and she crys more and more as the story continues. "Why wouldn't you tell me." She stands up and yells. "I didn't know how. I couldn't do it. It never seemed like the right time." I say back. Both of us crying extremely hard. "Never the right time?!" She scoffed and ran to her room slamming the door. I fell on the couch. I need to give her space to be alone.