𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 | ɴᴏʀᴇɴᴍɪɴ

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𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓼𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 , 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

As a high school student, Jaemin was just like any other kid who had parents and friends.

The unexpected happened when his dad went out on a business trip and the plane crashed on the way back.

His dad's body was found so it was just him and his mom.

That ended when in his third year of highschool when she got sick. Now it was just him in this ending cycle of sadness, no friends no family.

After highschool he went onto better things such as working selling drugs never did he smoke or drink.

That was until he saw something he wasn't supposed to.

" Where's the money ? " Namjoon said.

The tied-up boy in the chair was probably his age, Jaemin concluded. While behind some tanks, the smell of gasoline was lingering in the air.

He tried not to make any noise and not to breathe too loudly.

The tall dude Namjoon was a leader of another gang always testing waters so what could this boy be doing with his money?

" Fuck you " he replied. The other guy punched him in the face causing his nose to bleed.

Namjoon whispered something in his ear before grabbing a fist full of the boy's hair threatening him again.

" Your threats are always the same. I'm starting to think you practice that shit in the mirror every morning " He joked.

" Leave him we got stuff to do " Namjoon said.

Once everyone left the room Jaemin saw the boy struggling  to get out of the chair.

" I see you in the corner of my eye. I'm surprised he didn't " The boy said.

Jaemin stood up cause If the boy knew why  he didn't say anything.

" Help me out and I owe you " he said. 

Jaemin tapped his foot as if he was impatiently waiting for something.

" Namjoon will come after you if you have his money, I know from experience " Jaemin explained.

" Don't worry about that, what's your name
by the way " a smirk made its way across his face.

" Jaemin and you ? " He answered.

" Jeno "