Boy Meets Evil

-7-

"Crimson Mafia. Just on the outskirts of Seoul. A group that was originally founded in the late nineties and just now reaching its height."

Hoseok listens to the mafia members speak, zoning out as they do. Memories from his past flash in and out of his mind. Screaming. Blood.

He winces, his breath a little shaky as the thoughts start to jumble together. A hand lays on his thigh, making him look up. Seokjin gives him a worried look. "Hoseok?"

"Sorry," he breathes out. "I think it's about time I come clear about something."

Everyone's attention is on him. He clears his throat and sits back into his chair. "I used to be part of Crimson Mafia. My parents are the ones who started it up."

Some gasps are heard around the room, others not making a sound. "That would explain your skills," Yoongi comments.

Hoseok hums, "they are no longer here with us. We were betrayed by some of the inner circle and my parents were killed. That is why I'm an assassin now, someone who works out of the mafia." He runs his fingers through his hair, looking down at the table.

"He was a close friend to me while growing up. He turned his back on us when I reached my teen years."

-

"What are you doing?" Hoseok stands in the door of the room, his eyes wide. Tears start to fall down his face, seeing his parents laying on the floor. Blood.

"Yun-seo... what did you do?" Hoseok asks again, running to his mom's side who reaches out for him. She coughs up some blood, the red liquid flowing out of the corner of her mouth. "HYUNG?! Why?!"

"The only way to get things done right around here is to get rid of the problem." Yun-seo walks over to the younger one, crouching down beside him and lets the knife hang loosely from his right hand. His left hand rests against his cheek, no emotion shown in his brown eyes.

"So either you are with me or against me. What do you choose, Hoseok?" He tilts his head to the side, his eyes not leaving the petrified boy in front of him.

Hoseok's blood runs cold, his body shaking. He feels something grip onto his arm, squeezing it gently. He looks back, seeing his mom giving him a small smile. "Run." She mouths the word. He's hesitant at first, not wanting to leave his dead parents behind.

"Run Hoseok. Live."

He slowly nods, standing up and facing the enemy. "Fuck you, hyung."

He swings his leg back, kicking the older one in the chest and takes off running. He's quick, always known to be so. He doesn't turn back.

-

A hand squeezing his thigh brings him back, his watery eyes turning to look at Seokjin. "I'm sorry for keeping the truth from you."

"It's a huge secret and I wouldn't just tell anyone about that either." Jin stands up, nodding his head to the board. "So this is what we are going to do."

-

Hoseok sits down on the bed, wishing for the mafia leader to return to the room. He slides his shirt off, carefully. He winces, looking down at the bandages that cover the majority of his chest. The wound was healing well, but that will add another scar to his body. He's always been one to wear clothes that mostly cover his body.

He didn't like the scars that covered his skin, but it came with the job. He's never had anyone who said the scars looked pretty. That he made them look good. He frowns, grabbing his shirt to slide back on.

"Don't. I was enjoying the view."

He turns, his face heating up in embarrassment and a hiss leaving his lips. "Shit. I turned too fast." He lays a hand over his chest, taking a deep breath. The bed sinks beside him, a gentle hand coming to rest beside his.

"Careful. I didn't mean to frighten you like that." Seokjin traces one of the many scars on Hoseok's arms with his free hand. "You are beautiful, Hoseok. Don't ever think otherwise."

The dancer looks down. The tip of his ears turned red. "No one has ever really complimented them so I keep them covered."

Seokjin hums. "Move back to the head of the bed, slowly."

He helps the assassin get comfortable, the younger one laying back against pillows that rest against the headboard. Seokjin slides his own shoes off before climbing onto the bed. He hovers over the younger, looking down at him. Hoseok locks eyes with him, lifting his arms up to loosely wrap around his neck. "Hyung..."

The mafia leader smiles down at him. He closes the distance between their lips, savoring the taste of his now boyfriend's lips. Hoseok pulls him closer, biting gently onto the older one's bottom lip. Seokjin hums into the kiss, taking back control and slipping his tongue inside the other's warm mouth. The dancer lets out a soft moan, moving his hands to hold onto the collar of his love's shirt.

Finally, the two part with heavy breaths. Seokjin continues to press butterfly kisses to the younger one's neck, slowly down his chest. His lips are warm to the touch as they trace each scar. "Hyung... what are you doing?"

"I'm proving to you that each scar on your body is beautiful." He looks up from where he is, meeting the younger's eyes. "Every part of you is beautiful, Hoseok. The scars just hold memories that describe a story."

Tears brim at Hoseok's eyes. No one has ever appreciated them like that. Flings he had in the past always questioned why he kept his shirt on during sex. He simply didn't want them seeing the mess his body was. Jimin had helped a little with his self confidence, telling him that he's an amazing dancer and that people aren't going to worry about the scars when he's performing.

He lets out a shaky breath, letting his head sink into the pillows behind him. "Baby?"

He hums, letting the older one know he's listening. A tickling sensation moves across his stomach, the raven hair touching his skin. He moves his hands to thread his fingers through the leader's hair. "Hyung?"

Seokjin moves to hover back over his face, raising an eyebrow. "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

"For loving me how I am."

The older one sighs, leaning down to kiss him with utmost love and affection. Hoseok pulls him close, nearly having him collapse on top of him. "Easy, love. You are still injured." He whispers against the younger's lips. "I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to thank me for loving you. I fell for your personality and your heart. Not your body. But I will love you and your entire being for the rest of my life."

Tears slip down the younger one's face. He's never felt so much emotion. It's a lot. "I love you too. So much, Seokjin." He gently pulls the older one close, letting him rest his face into his neck and he's careful at putting any of his weight onto him.

At some point, Seokjin moves them into a more comfortable position. He lets the assassin lay his head onto his chest, holding him close. The two eventually fall asleep in each other's arms, basking in each other's warmth.

-

While the two slept, one of their phones went off on the nightstand. It lights up the room, notifications continue to come through, causing the device to vibrate.

Unknown:

Hi Hoseok. It's been a while.

Unknown:

I know you are working with Bangtan.

Unknown:

You have Seokjin wrapped around your finger. This is going to make things so much easier for me.

Unknown:

Miss Me?