Both Sides || namjin

.18. hey ma, my boyfriend's back.

"I found them," Jackson said, smirking at the monitor. His father and his best friend sat behind him. They had the same look on their faces as the young boy in charge of them, the latter not having as enthusiastic of an expression. Mark spun around in his chair to display his disinterest in the mission. 

The older of the two Wang men unlocked the safe located in their 'office'. He handed two pistols to the boys and some ammunition. "Let's go," he commanded, locking the doors behind him. 

~...~ 

Namjoon and Jin had about an hour left of their shift. They didn't have much to do, as there weren't any customers at this hour, and all of the small jobs around the store were complete. "I have this weird feeling, Joon," 

"Joon?" Namjoon asked. Jin nodded.  "Ok, Seokie,"  They both chuckled. Namjoon grabbed Jin's hand to reassure him that everything was alright. 

Jin didn't know how to function at that moment. He blinked for a few seconds until he calmed down. The feeling of anxiousness about the previous situation left him and was replaced by the feelings he was experiencing while holding Namjoon's hand.  "Namjoon, I want to tell you something that's been on my mind lately," 

"Wha-" The teal-haired boy was cut off by the glass of the store breaking. Three men wearing all black came in, all with weaponry in their hands. 

Jackson looked colder than ever as he held the gun up as if he would shoot at any second. "Did you miss me, my love? Did you really think you'd get away from me? It's so cold in bed since you've been gone," Namjoon shoved Jin into the storage room quietly. "I bet you don't want your loverboy getting hurt, do you? Just come back home with me, unless you'd like me to bring him with you. You know I've always wanted to try-" 

"Just shut up, will you?" Namjoon questioned, scoffing at his remarks. Mark walked closer to the counter, sliding his hand, and weapon, under the counter. It landed on the floor. Namjoon reached for it while also dodging the bullet that was directed towards him. 

Jin ran out of the storage room, hiding behind the counter as Namjoon held the gun up. The teal-haired boy held Jin close, covering his ears as he pulled the trigger. 

Jackson was on the floor. Blood poured out of his face as the cops ran as fast as possible to witness the commotion. Namjoon shook in the taller boy's arms as he cried into Jin's chest. "J-Jin," he whispered. Jin looked to see his eyes with fewer tears than before. If it wasn't obvious earlier, it was showing now that Namjoon was nothing but a scared, innocent little boy. "Kiss me," 

The older sat Namjoon up. "I think there are much more important things right now. You just murdered your ex-boyfriend, the cops are after you and you're injured," Jin reminded, moving his hands to cup Namjoon's face. 

"Kiss me, i-it's okay if it hurts. Just make me not feel the p-pain anymore," he mumbled with a smile on his face. 

 Jin did what was asked without further hesitation. 

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a/n: i considered killing namjoon in this chapter >:( . The next update is the finale!