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

~ seventeen ~

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'Namjoon, I need to tell you something'
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Was he really about to do that? Tell him his secret? 'I-', the man started but an audible sigh followed afterwards. 'Nevermind...we'll see each other tomorrow anyways. Good night, son' the older spoke from the other line. Before Namjoon could respond, a momentarily sound was heard, which meant the other male had cut the line. 'Damn it', he cursed annoyed. Of all things, he had to get involved with this case. He didn't complain at all, I mean if it wasn't that night, he wouldn't have met the stunning boy. A boy who caused butterflies in his stomach, somebody who could turn his killing gaze to a heartwarming soft smile. Namjoon was glad he was the one who found him. Even as he decided to lay his worries down and sleep, the thoughts wouldn't leave him alone. What if master made up his mind and planned on sending Jin back home or much worse, make him suffer for who knows for what reasons. He let it be for now, burying his head and drifting off to sleep, since that would be the last night he could close his eyes peacefully, not having to worry about Jin.

~next day

'Good morning daddy' Namjoon was not able to identify whose voice woke him up from his heavy sleep but he knew he would kill that person for sure. 'Daddy...', the person repeated. It took the sleeping male some energy to kick his comfy blanket away but as soon as the cold air hit his bare skin, his eyes searched for the person with a death wish. There he was, Wonho running out the door, his laugh still being heard from downstairs, probably making his way to the kitchen, since a sweet scent of food was spread around the house. With an annoyed grunt, he shut the door with a loud thud and stomped towards the bathroom, getting ready for the day. He let the water run, waiting for the perfect temperature. One by one, his clothes were taken off, eyeing the bath as he watched the steam fog the mirror. He craved for some relaxiation. He stepped in, a pleased groan already left his throat when he rubbed his foam covered palm all over his muscular body, starting from his shoulders, down to his abs yet the next spot he touched, seemed to relax him much more than expected and he didn't want to stop doing so. He engulfed his length with his hand, slowly stroking it, until more sounds escaped his lips. From outside the bathroom, the sound of the water hitting the ground could be cleary heard, morphing with irregular lewd groans that echoed between four walls.

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'Oh, you're awake?', Wonho joked, acting suprised when the other entered the kitchen. Namjoon grimassed an ugly face, attempting to throw his phone at him yet he calmed down by convincing himself that his phone is much worthier than him. Namjoon pulled the chair back and sat down at the table, glaring the other. 'What? Did you expect somebody else to wake you up? Dream on!' The raven haired boy grinned while stuffing a big load into his mouth, having trouble chewing the delicious bite. At the same moment, a loud noise came from the kitchen, both being startled. 'The pan is f-fine...oh shi- yeah it's fine hahaha' Laughs filled the room as soon as the words echoed from the kitchen. 'this boy~', Namjoon sighed, smiling at his silliness. 'I'll be right back'

The taller carefully grabbed his filled plate and let his feet lead him to the paradise, as he would say. Now eyeing the boy from the doorframe, he felt his heart kick against his chest, feeling nervous everytime he was around him. 'Good morning?', Seokjin wished, yet it sounded more like a question. Namjoon panicked as soon as he was woken up from his daydream, hiding his nervousness with a wide smile, his dimples making a quick appearance. 'Wanted to make sure you eat too' Seokjin turned back around to load the last few dishes into the dishwasher. He might seem smiley and calm but that all was a show. Right from the start, he knew that the situation would end up like this. Either getting killed or being set free wouldn't it be the same thing in the end? 'I already ate', he said with a monotone and sighed while he dried his water dripping hands on his clothes. Namjoon was quick to notice his mood and he would do anything to see him happy. 'There are rules in this house and I see you don't follow any of these...'

To such sudden question, he giggled at the weird way he would start a conversation and faced him with a proud expression. 'What rules? Plus, I won't follow any rules so what are you going to do? Eat me alive?' It was meant to be a joke to make them laugh but Namjoon didn't seem fazed at all, making Jin hide his heartmelting laugh. 'That would be a pleasure....', Joon started and took his first step towards him and leaned closer to his ear. Not to mention that he could feel the boy trembling under his smallest touch which turned him unwillingly on. 'It would be a pleasure to eat you' Taking the chance, he pressed Jin against the marble counter and he, himself against his. Namjoon's head was still next to the boy's, why he lowered his head and placed a few kisses along Jin's neck to his exposed shoulder. Jin in other hand found himself weak everytime Joon pressed his soft lips on his skin, his hand making it's way under Jin's shirt, caressing his waist as the other reached for his neck, pulling him closer even though it was quiet impossible since there was not such thing as space between them anymore. 'nghh~' Seokjin's relaxed and closed eyes were widen and his cheeks tinted a very dark shade of red the moment his throat produced that not so familiar noise. With a prominent smirk, Namjoon lifted his head on Jin's level. 'Now do that again but when I'm inside you' Jin choked on nothing but air when his innocent ears witnessed such an unholy phrase. None of them exchanged a single word for a moment until Jin's body somehow got pulled on Namjoon's body like a magnet. There was a little gap until their lips met again when they suddenly heard a lady call the mafia.

'Sir, Master call- oh I-I'm sorry...god my eyes- fuck- NO! I mean yes- Or no, well actually yes...god! I-It's th-that Master called to tell you that he has arrived and wants you to bring the little man too' With that being said, the woman quickly walked away with an audible happy squeal which caused both males to smile but that didn't last long. The time had come. He had to go. The best thing that happened to him was about to vanish in air. 'Can't we just run away? Just you and me....' Seokjin wasn't sure wether Namjoon would keep his promise from the night before but it was now clear that even promises were always a lie when he saw Namjoon hestitantly shake his head. 'Nevermind....thank you for waking me up from a dream', he whispered with a broken smile with so many emotions behind it. Just before he passed him, Namjoon looked up only to watch that one tear run down his cheek which shattered his aching heart in pieces. Sure, pieces that nobody could ever make it a complete piece again. 'Seokjin...', he whispered under his breath but he was already gone.