I'm in love with a criminal {Namjin FF} ✓

~ thirteen ~

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'Fuck no-' he breathed out.
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'HYUNG!' He gasped loudly, holding his breath. Namjoon could feel the goosebumps rise through his body. Slowly, he stood up, his gaze not leaving the screen. Everything made sense now. Why master didn't let him kill Jin, why he didn't want anything to happen to this boy while every victim of them got killed right away. He connected the dots. Seokjin thinks his father is dead while he was abandoned by him at a young age, only to take care of two homeless boys who were almost at the same age as him. He opened the door with sweaty hands while walking down the long hall towards the guest room but to his bad luck, nobody was in there. 'HYUNG GODDAMN WHERE THE FUCK ARE YA' he shouted out loud with pure anger taking over when he couldn't find him so he rushed to Jin's room. He didn't know why but he did. What could he do to the boy? Kick him out after finding out he is his son? Kidnap him and keep him for himself? No. He would do anything but dissapoint his boss. Just as he bursted in Jin's room, he caught them quietly laughing, both male's eye forming a thin line where their pupils were almost hidden behind their eyelids. 'H-Hyung...may I t-talk to you for a minute?' he quietly asked, his tone from before not existent at all. Wonho's teeth were not prominent anymore as he acted shocked when he walked in on them. 'Yeah, what is it?' The older of the best friends said, raising an eyebrow at him when he kept eyeing Jin from the corner of his eyes. But what he realized first was that Namjoon seemed very nervous and...scared? 'Bro you alright?' Wonho worriedly asked as he approached the man and dragged him out. Jin watched as the men left the room while he was left with curiousity. As soon as the door closed, silence took over first. Little did the boy know that they were gossiping about him and his 'dead' dad. In meantime, Joon had already thrown the phone in Wohno's chest, causing the broad man to step back, turning the phone's display towards his view. 'Damn he hot as fuck' he stated while playfully smirking at the picture. 'Look at the man you shithead' he whispered through gritted teeth. Wonho raised his eyebrow in cofusion but no lightbulb appeared on top of his head. 'An old man really? Bro are you kidding me- WOAH HOLLUP shit-' Wonho's gasp was louder than Namjoon's from before. He first broke out in confused laughter before smacking the younger. 'Did you literally kidnap boss' son? God- Are we sure he is? What if master wanted him to join us too. You shouldn't prove your theories right this quick' Wonho spitted through gritted teeth, making sure he wasn't too loud for the boy to hear.

'He knows it himself. Why didn't he let me kill him? We even killed a 17-year-old, why not him?' This brought silence again. 'No...' The younger of them both denied. 'I'm out' he added and rushed to his own room with Jin's phone clenched in his hands. He once again threw himself on his bed, this time rethinking about his life choices. It was his fault, Joon thought to himself. Maybe he was the reason master had to leave his family. Was Jin honest when he said those things to him? Cruel, somebody who kills everybody, simply, a bad man. 'Ahhh master!' He shouted loudly before kicking the matress to relieve his anger. He didn't even realise he shed tears. The master was nothing different than his own parents, leaving a child behind who needed him the most in life. A child who couldn't grow up and collect memories after his father's 'death'. While Namjoon and Wonho had a great childhood growing up as two strong men, Jin struggled his whole life to help out his mother, who had married a man and didn't care about Jin, because in her eyes, Jin was a money source. Becoming mom's man when he was still a child in an adults body. Namjoon couldn't remember the last time he cried out that much and he could swear he could cry the whole night even though he had promised himself that he would never be a man of emotions. Was it different now? He wondered why he was mentally fucked up because of this, since the boy had entered this place. Maybe it was pity or self blame that took over his emotions, he would never know. 'I stole a boy's life' he blamed himself while attempting to take deep breaths but all of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.