It wasn't his choice that his parents decided to take him to China, to finally meet the new addition into their family. He couldn't blame his parents anyway. Namjoon didn't have any desire to actually make friends at school and his nanny already left, to tend to her own family in the province. The talk about having a new family member wasn't a long one. He just said he was fine with it and smiled at them before excusing himself to resume on what he was doing in his bedroom.

Namjoon didn't like flashy clothes, nor did he like to follow the trend. He is his own role model and trendsetter. He was in his early teens, just around the age when he should be in middle school already. But he's still home schooled. His dark hood covered his light colored hair. The last color he dyed his hair with has already faded and he sat in the office with his earphones on and his small gadget in his hands. He understood their conversation perfectly but never interfered, instead he kept himself busy.

The young boy only lifted his head to look at his new brother once his parents went over to greet the new family member. It made Namjoon raise an eyebrow at him. He looked pretty. Too pretty in his eyes. He was the last to greet the new addition into their family. His mother tells him to call him hyung since he's older. By a year or two, she said. "Hyung." He dryly says. Too focused on his features. Too pretty. His hyung is too pretty. And he’s not used to pretty little things in life staying too clean.