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

~ nineteen ~

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By the time, all of them walked to the center of the four walls, eyes searching a specific someone who happened to be....
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'Hyung', Namjoon's voice echoed between the rusty walls of the abandoned warehouse. The called out figure turned around to face the younger man. 'Namjoon-ah come here. Boys take him inside', Wonho ended his phrase with a gesture where he first pointed at two men, to Jin and lastly at a wide open gate which led into a small pitch dark garage. With a stern gaze Joon took a few steps forward, Jin's petite hand in his, obsessively unwilling to let go. Not that he didn't trust his life with the people he grew up with, no. It was the fact that he didn't trust them with Jin. He fell into the trap of love, the irresistable warmth around his heart completely taking over his sane mind as if the only thing he wanted was to orbit around him and only him. There was a moment of regret as Jin slowly let Namjoon's hand fall past his own, already missing the tiniest affection they shared. Jin took steps forward, leaving his previous spot behind while making his way to the place he was conducted to. Step by step, him and the two men dressed in black fancy suits neared the tall gate, the smaller one peeking inside to figure out what was going on. Right before he entered the next room, he turned his head back to Namjoon only to be met with fear and grief filled eyes that reflected his own. It was in that moment he realized he was in love. Anxiety made his chest clench in pain, probably scared of not being able to see somebody that he thought he could give all of him ever again. Another step ended it all. His vision of Namjoon's figure was blocked by the cold wall he passed by.

The two males on each side of Seokjin helped him to walk towards a desk which was placed in the center of the garage-like place. Strong arms forced him to sit down. 'Long time no see', a deep voice stated. Jin could swear he heard this voice before. It was familiar. Way too familar. He was sure it was somebody that he used to know a very long time ago. A sudden flash of a bright light made him shut his eyes tightly as he struggled to adjust to it and when he was sure that he didn't go blind, he opened his eyes again, soon wide open with a shocked expression on his face. 'Oh- Ahjussi' The broad man chuckled sweetly, glad that Jin recognised him after a long time. Seokjin remembered him in the name of 'ahjussi' only. He never knew who he was or why he was always there when he needed somebody. Just as kind-hearted he was, he also had a dark secret that he just found out 'Never thought I would meet you like this', the big man started, slowly reaching for Seokjin's soft hair and as he expected, the strands smoothly went past his fingertips as it slightly bounced back to it's place. He stroked it once again. 'Your mother gave you the best of her. Her beauty, her eyes, nose, lips. Her smile, you got that from her too. The way you walk and talk, the way you cry too.' Seokjin was taken aback at the way he read through him. 'You...know her?' The ahjussi nodded before thinking. 'She was- is my first love', he explained with a sad smile on his face. The boy remained silent to the person's sudden confession, trying hard not to question it any more. 'Why haven't I seen you around her before. I'm sure she would like to meet you agai-' The man interrupted him mid sentence. 'Your mother...never loved me. I gave her the whole world, never made her repeat herself. I was afraid to love her, I feared to hurt her in any way but believe me, she made sure I was hurt twice as much as she was' His last few words had question marks appear above his head.

'You still care about her. Wouldn't you want to get rid of me too? My dad and Jihoon are already gone too, she now has nobody', Seokjin stated the obvious as he especially highlighted the name of his step father. 'He deserved to be killed, that son of a bitch. Every scar on my wrist belongs to each touch of his filthy hands on her precious body. And this...', he revealed his drawn on skin under the thick layers. '...these count how often he hurt you' Infinite questions fuelled his thoughts as he looked at the scars. Before he could stop himself, Jin did the same. He always had wondered what the marks on his own body were. Neither did he ever use a blade to hurt himself, nor were these always there. He scanned both of their wrists while tears formed and threatend to fall down. The male rested his warm hand above the marks, gently caressing each. 'Ahjussi who are you?'

'석진아...난 너의 달이다'
(Seokjin-ah...I am your moon)