"Seokjin-"
Seokjin backed away from Namjoon, his mouth open and body shaking. Namjoon looked at Seokjin, eyes looking at his pleadingly.
"Seokjin, please it's not what it looks like-"
"-o-oh so you're not carrying two dead bodies!?" He shrieked, eyes darting between Namjoon and the bodies.
"Well, technically it's only one dead body" Taehyung corrects him, having now placed one of the unconscious bodies against the wall. Seokjin. Seokjin turns his head slowly toward Taehyung and Jungkook who put their head down to avoid his gaze.
"W-why are you doing this? Why did you..." He looks once again at the two males unconscious against the wall and the man bleeding on the floor.
"We are part of the mafia group BTS, I am the leader of the group," Namjoon says quietly.
"A-all of you?"
"Yes," Yoongi says bluntly.
Seokjin doesn't stop shaking, just turning more paler.
"Y-you lied to me" Seokjin cried, now focusing on Namjoon, taking another step back from Namjoon who was moving forward toward him.
"Please, Seokjin-"
"-you hurt people?"
"Yes," Namjoon says truthfully, "but they're bad people Seokjin"
"And that makes it right?" Seokjin says quietly, "How long were you going to keep this from me?"
"I did it to protect you, Seokjin this is dangerous work and I can't put you in the middle of this work"
Seokjin stands there with tears, he quickly wiped them away.
"Who even are you? Because the person I just saw wasn't the Namjoon I love...has this whole thing been a joke to you?
How do I even know you like me? What if you k-kill me?"
Seokjin's lips tremble as he holds back his tears, he knows his voice is uneven and he knows he looks weak but he doesn't care.
"No! Seokjin I love you. Everything is real, please baby. I will never hurt you!"
"But how do I know that? How do I trust you?"
Namjoon moved forward, placing his hand gently on Seokjin's face he quickly moved from him. Breathing heavily as he shakes his head.
"I-I have to go!"
Seokjin ran away from Namjoon, ignoring him and shouting his name. Namjoon sinks to his knees, lowering his head as he held back his own tears. This was not how it was meant to go.
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Seokjin had his head down as he began to clean the floor to close the library, flipping over the open sign to close. He was devastated, he loved Namjoon but how could he keep this a secret from him? How could Namjoon, the most sweetest and considerate person be in the mafia? Let alone the leader of a whole gang? Lost in thought, Seokjin hears the bell jingle, looking up to see a man standing by the door.
"I'm sorry we're closed," Seokjin tells him politely, confused as he swore he locked the door. Suddenly, another three men also walk in, built and muscular, all dressed in black suits. Seokjin's eyes dart between the four men, an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"So you must be Kim Seokjin"
Seokjin's heart pounds loudly in his chest, breathing increasing as his eyes dart between the men.
"I've asked you to leave," Seokjin says sternly, feeling his heart stop when one of them locks the door.
"Oh but why would we do that?" The man sneers, walking up toward Seokjin who's completely frozen, the man towers over Seokjin, suddenly gripping Seokjin's face tightly and moving it side to side to inspect him.
"I can see why he likes you" he leans forward, making Seokjin try to get out of his grip, but he only tightens his hold.
"You are very pretty, the boss will like you"
Seokjin doesn't speak, eyes dart between him and the men behind him. He doesn't know how to fight, he's never even punched someone before.
"Well Kim Seokjin, this isn't personal, but we're going to have to take you"
Seokjin's eyes widen, feeling a sense of panic he quickly decks the guy in his throat, sprinting away from him as he releases his face. Seokjin quickly grabs his belongings and beelines for the back door.
"Get him!" Seokjin doesn't look behind him as he quickly throws one of the shelves down to block the way. He pants as he runs outside into the dark alley, quickly grabbing his phone he tried to dial Namjoon's number. Too distracted, he doesn't notice that the back is blocked off, another man punching him in the face, making him fall to the ground.
Seokjin groans in pain, clutching his face. He feels his body being lifted up as he's once again face to face with the man.
"You piece of shit, think you can get away from us?"
"Let go of me!" Seokjin screams, earning a slap across the face. Tears fall down from his eyes as he whimpers.
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what's in store for you" he can hear the chuckles of the other men behind him.
"Let me go!" Seokjin screams desperately, now being bound by his hands and feet, struggling and trying to set himself free. He's knocked unconscious, making his body go limp as he's easily carried into the car.
"Seokjin!? Seokjin!?"
Namjoon's desperate voice rang out through Seokjin's phone that now lying idly on the concrete floor.
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