𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷

He listens to the screams and gunshots outside, sipping on his whiskey without flinching once. This is how his life was supposed to go. Namjoon's eyes naturally go to the picture of his husband on his desk. Kim Seokjin, the one he married in Venice a couple years ago. Crazy how the time flies, huh?

They had an emotional goodbye, but there's no hiding from Mr. Jeon. Namjoon thought he was the kingpin. He thought he was tough, that he was the one behind the strings. The puppet master. Turns out this whole time it was never him. It was always Jeon Jungkook.

The kid's got heart, Namjoon will give him that. He executed Mr. Min, a main mafia in this area. Executing him opened all the right doors, not to mention his partnership with Mr. Jung. Namjoon can't even begin to imagine how powerful Jungkook will become once he owns Namjoon's resources as well.

After a long, torturous hunt, Jungkook finally found him. He found Kim Namjoon. He's here, about to end his life, and there's nothing Namjoon can do about it except drink and wait while staring at Jin's picture. He tears up despite not wanting to. Not because he's dying, it was going to happen while he was young due to his career choice, but because he doesn't get to see Jin one last time.

The screams halt all at once, Namjoon going still. He takes a sip of his drink, the flavor an afterthought as loud, booming footsteps echo outside. So, this is it, huh? This is where Kim Namjoon dies. Waiting, waiting, waiting. That's all life is. A bunch of waiting. Waiting to see Jin again. Waiting for the next day. Waiting for a certain event. Waiting for death. That's all life is. Waiting and waiting and waiting.

The door creaks open, smoke being the first thing he sees. The lights flicker in the hallway, the silhouette of a tall man standing right outside his door. Namjoon just stares at the figure expectantly, waiting. More and more waiting for that bullet to come. Out of respect, he knows Jungkook won't make his death slow. He'll make it quick.

Mr. Jeon walks into the room, blood splattered across his nice black suit, his hair a mess from the work he just did. Now he stands in the center of Namjoon's office, staring him down with a hint of fury in his brown eyes. They just stare at each other, no words being exchanged.

Waiting... huh, funny how even though death is staring him in the face, Namjoon is still waiting. It's here, about to happen... but there's more waiting to do. "Do you mind if I finish my drink?" Namjoon asks, motioning to the liquid. 

"Only if you pour me one as well," Jungkook says, sauntering forward.

Soon enough, Mr. Jeon is sitting in front of him, Namjoon pouring him a drink. Together, they clink their glasses together, sipping on their whiskey. It's silent for another beat, the smoke starting to feel suffocating as it filters its way into the room. Namjoon just looks at Jungkook, burning every detail of his face into his memory.

"I'd want to do that too," Jungkook says. Namjoon stays quiet. "Memorize my killer's face. Whoever kills me will have my respect, I'll give them that," Jungkook continues, completely in his own world. "I hope I have yours. At the very least, I hope I have that."

"You do," Namjoon finally says, "I understand this isn't personal. It's strictly business." 

Jungkook sadly nods, a hint of regret sparking in those deep eyes of his. "For what it's worth, I considered you more than a business rival. I thought of you as a friend." 

Namjoon sighs, "Jungkook, let me tell you something, very, very important. Will you listen?" He nods. "You won't find them. I sent them away. You'll have access to all the resources in the world, but you'll still never, ever find them. They'll always be one step ahead."

Jungkook clenches his jaw. "Talk to me son, how does that make you feel?" Namjoon asks, taking another long sip of his drink. 

"If they killed Jin, how would you feel?" 

"They didn't kill Jin." 

"But what if they did." 

"I'm not here to talk hypotheticals with you, I'm here to be realistic. Y/n carried out a job. You're sacrificing dozens of men just to take revenge that isn't even there." Namjoon looks at Jungkook, but the younger boy doesn't reply. "Why?" Namjoon whispers. The one syllable seems to make Jungkook shiver as he closes his eyes. There's no answer for a solid ten seconds, a heavy silence hanging over them. Waiting. First for death, now for an answer from Mr. Jeon. The big bad now.

"They hurt me," he whispers, his voice nearly cracking as he locks eyes with Namjoon. The pain hiding behind those doe eyes make Namjoon's lips twitch into a frown. "And now, I'll hurt them. I want them to understand. Understand what they've done to me." 

"Jungkook," Namjoon softly says. The man sighs and looks down, Namjoon leaning forward. "You've killed many. I've killed many. The cycle doesn't stop in this world. You kill Jimin, or Y/n? Someone comes after you, and they won't stop until you're dead. I know you're not looking for a lecture, but at least think about it. Give me that son, if you can do me one last favor, I'd want it to be that..."

Jungkook closes his eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line as he thinks. Namjoon lets out a heavy breath, downing what's rest in his drink and placing the glass on the table hard enough for a 'clink' to be heard. Jungkook grips his pistol tighter, standing and opening his eyes to look at Namjoon.

"I hope you don't mind eye contact. You were right. I was memorizing every detail of my killer," Namjoon says. Jungkook doesn't reply, he just stands, his finger hovering over the trigger. 

"Mr. Jeon! We need to go!" Mr. Jung's voice calls out from the hallway.

Mr. Jeon squeezes his eyes shut for a few beats, then, he gazes at Namjoon one last time. "Goodbye, Mr. Kim." 

Mr. Kim leans back in his chair, not breaking eye contact the whole time. "Goodbye, Mr. Jeon." 

And just like that, Kim Namjoon's wait ended...