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

~ eighteen ~

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'Seokjin', he whispered under his breath but he was already gone.
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'Yerin-ah!', he called out loud as a figure immediately proved her existence. 'Get the car ready' The woman left right after she bowed out of respect and left Namjoon all by himself, before he also decided to head out. He had thought about running away with him but he knew the master's power, he knew what he could do. If anything bad would happen to Jin, he promised himself that he would take vengeance for sure but if master would become his enemy...that is impossible. Things got even more serious than he thought since he didn't know whether master beared hatred against his own biological son or not. His feet were a few steps away from the room Jin was staying in by then. The wooden door was half open, giving Namjoon the chance to catch a glimpse of the room. 'Seokjin...?' The silence was deafening. A rythmic knock at the door sounded, Jin on the other side slightly flinching. Namjoon pushed the door open and saw him sitting on the clean bed, still wearing Joon's clothes. The boy stood up, making his way towards his. 'Let's go' A weak smile played on his lips as he said so and walked towards him, signaling him to go first but rather than receiving the signal, he turned his body to Jin's direction and placed his hands on both sides of the other's face. Their forheads pressed against one another's, Namjoon fighting the urge to hug him tightly as if it would be their last since he couldn't predict what master would do to Jin. 'I promise, if anything will happen to you, I will fight no matter what. There is something you need to know and as soon as it is told, I promise to stay on your side but for now, please understand'

'Why?'
'I need you to believe me'
'Give me a reason'
'....', Namjoon hestitated.
'Because I love you. I hate it when you look at me like you do now. Please....all I need is you to trust me this once'

Jin's frown softened for a moment before he crashed his body into Namjoon's embrace. The male quickly wrapped his arms tightly around, loving the warmness of him. His chest knocked against Jin's, as if he's asking for permission to enter his oh so kind and loveable heart. They stayed like that for minutes, Namjoon's hand already brought up to Seokjin's scalp and caressing his soft brown locks. The engulfed boy fought against his mind while being in his loved ones arms, not being able to make up his mind whether he should let go first for them to leave and get over whatever would happen on that day or stay like this until Namjoon backed away. Slowly, he attempted to free himself from the mafia's strong arms but his firm grip on the shorter's body didn't allow him to step away. 'Thank you for believing me' The man's voice was raspy, his throat too dry to form an audible phrase. Still hugging tightly, Joon's lips pressed against his nape, softly tickling Jin and causing him to let out a quiet whimper. A bright smile creeped on both male's mouths as they decided to only look into each other's eyes and enjoy the moment. While enjoying their lovely session, a sudden horn from downstairs brought both men back to reality, making them face the serious situation they were in. Like that, they made their steps out of the door, heading towards the black van. The one that Jin was supposed to arrive with that night.

Namjoon, the handsome gentleman he is, helped him enter the car, watching as Jin shifted comfortably in the backseat, followed by the mafia. They were now on their way to an abandoned garage, where the mafia family had often gathered up before. That place only belonged to the boss which made it hard for people to step on his property, policemen and public authorities included. His gaze was focused on the road until the sighs of the boy sitting next to him became louder and impossible to ignore. 'Relax, baby', Namjoon's voice calmly played in Jin's head, except that he right away realized that Joon actually mumbled it, his face inches away from his. Seokjin felt all flushed with fever, tardily lowering his head down as he played with the other's hand which had rested on his leg for the entore ride. 'Will he hurt me?', he asked with a little voice to which to his question Namjoon didn't know the answer to, so he gently caressed his soft cheek with his free hand, the other willing to lean in his touch. 'I won't let anybody touch what belongs to me....' Seokjin's lips curled to a sweet childish smile, yet that didnt last long when Joon opened his mouth again. '...even if I have to stand against a bullet' A light slap sounded in the car as Jin's palm met Namjoon's left thigh, followed by his painful laugh. 'Don't promise things you can't keep...you know, we've been here before' Their laughs suppressed the love song on the radio, none of them even paying attention to the melody. The drive lasted hours, which in reality were only ten minutes.

Miles away from their destination, Namjoon was handed a black ribbon from the driver, with which he was forced to cover Jin's eyes, as per the boss' advice. Namjoon was quiet suprised when Jin willingly let his vision get blocked. There shouldn't be such tension as that in the air but there he was, imagining explicit scenes of Jin in his head. The ribbon was knotted. The mafia couldn't control his hand lowering down to his light toned neck, his collarbones defined at the end of it. Seokjin felt every touch: hot and burning against his soft skin. It couldn't get away unnoticed. 'Sir we are here', a voice interrupted all of a sudden. The cardoors were opened one by one, revealing men in fancy black suits, who seemed to be in hurry. One of them immediately grabbed Jin by his arm to drag him out. Namjoon, who was aware of how easily the boy got scared, snatched the strangers hand away and helped Jin out himself. 'Don't worry. I'm here', the taller secretly whispered into his ear, quickly feeling relieved when Jin, who wasn't able to see anything, responded with a little nod. The men led them both to an entrance, which probably was the door to the abandoned garage. 'Sir we were told to bring you somewhere else. Please let go of him', a broader figure pleaded as they stood at the bottom of the concrete stairs. A deadly gaze of Namjoon was enough to tell the males that whatever they asked for wouldn't happen. By the time, all of them walked to the center of the four walls, eyes searching a specific someone who happened to be....