Hormones

Little man

Namjoon walked home from y/n's house minding his own business. He stopped at a gas station for some coffee and cigarettes. Of corded he got IDed because everyone tells him he still has a baby face. He left with his things and continued to walk down the street.

Y/n and Namjoon live on opposite sides of town so it was quite a long walk. Namjoon live on the more 'city' side of town where as y/n lived in the normal suburban neighborhood area or town. Namjoon walked into an ally way between to buildings to smoke a cigarette. He opened the box and lit one up putting it to his mouth.

He heard sounds of footsteps beside him. He turned his head to see a man (most likely in his late 20's) stand beside him, his back leaning against the wall.

The man took out a cigarette and searched his pockets. "You need a lighter?" Namjoon asked holding up his read lighter. The man smiled awkwardly. "Umm yeah man thanks." He said taking the lighter and lighting his cigarette.

Namjoon took the lighter back from him. "So what you doing out here kid?" The man asked him laughing. "How do you know I'm a kid?" Namjoon asked lowering his voice.

The other boy laughed even more at him. "Boy you look like your balls haven't even dropped yet. How old are you?"

"I'm 16" Namjoon answered before taking a drag of his cigarette. The man nodded. "And your smoking a cigarette? You must think your the shit huh?" Namjoon smiled looking up at the man who was slightly taller than him.

Namjoon adjusted the way he was standing, his sneakers scuffing on the concrete in the process.

There was a silence between the men. "What's ur name kid?"

"Namjoon. You?" The man looked at the wall across from them. "Elijah. Hey you wanna make some money boy?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "How?"

"Well imma need to introduce you to some people first. We're gonna have you do us favors until we think your trustable. Then we're gonna have an initiation and past that point your gonna continue to do favors in exchange for money."

Namjoon blew out smoke before dropping his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it. "You mean you want me in your gang?"

"That's exactly what I mean. You in?"

Namjoon was bored and it sounded interesting.  He needed money anyways. "Sure but what advantages do I get out of it?"

Elijah also dropped his cigarette on the floor by his feet. "Well their are some perks. Lower life expectancy, cheaper drugs, law enforcement investigations, you get to break the law, and possibly die. Sounds fun right?" Elijah said sarcastically and smirked. Although Namjoon nodded. "Yeah ok."

"Shit kid that was easier then expected. Let's go."

He lead Namjoon down the street, and to a stairwell that went into the ground. He lead Namjoon down the stairs. They walked into a room where their was a bar, a pool table, tables where men have cigars in their mouths, ect.

"Come on in." Elijah said to Namjoon walking in and sitting down at a table. Namjoon hesitantly sat down next to him, looking around. "Hey guys! This is Namjoon. I wanted you guys to meet him." Everyone's eyes where in Namjoon. A man suddenly stood up and walked seriously over to Namjoon. The man stood in front of him, looked down at him intimidating the hell out of Namjoon.

"Stand up." The man said to him. He stood up quickly. "Namjoon is it?" Namjoon nodded quickly. The man laughed. "You drink booze little man?"

Namjoon nodded. "What you got?"

"Oh hell we got everything. Common! I'll show you to the bar."

The man led him to the bar in the corner of the room. "Whatchu want?" He asked Namjoon. "Umm you got any crown?" He asked him. "Ya" he said walking over to a cabinet. "You want it mixed with anything?"