mafia's promise

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The night did not prove to be very good for them, everyone was lost in their thoughts, trapped in their own problems, with the desire to run away from everything, The night passed like this without sleep and peace.

Namjoon woke up with a groan, as he run his hand on the bed missing the warmth and comfort Jin's presence was used to give him, he opened his eyes with a groan of frustration. replaying the events of the night with Jin. The feeling of skin, the taste of lips, still lingered in his mind, refusing to let go.

He sat upright, his hand running through his hair in frustration. He knew he had to focus on his work, but for some reason, he couldn't push the memories of you out of his mind.

He stood up, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He had always been in control, always detached from others, but after Jin entered in his life he seemed to undo it all.

He walked over to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his mind. But even as the water dripped down his face, Jin's image remained etched in his memory.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes staring back at him with a mixture of irritation and desire. He knew he had to distance himself from him, but the pull towards him was becoming stronger than his willpower now.

He clenched his fists, his mind tormented by his warring thoughts. He knew he had to prioritize his work, his responsibilities as the Mafia King. But for the first time in a long time, something else was competing for his attention.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. He had always been in control, had always known what he wanted. But this feeling of being powerless against his attraction towards him  was new and uncomfortable, he was missing Jin, his warmth, he's touch, he's presence,

"Damn it" he muttered to himself, his mind still fixated on the memories of the night, the sound of Jin's moans, he's lip's . He knew he had to shake off these thoughts, but they seemed to cling to him like a disease.

He splashed more water on his face, hoping to wash away the thoughts, but it was no use. His mind was still consumed by the memories of the previous night, Jin's image and touch replaying in his head like a looped recording.

He slammed his fist against the sink, the sound of his frustration filling the bathroom. He was Kim Namjoon, the feared Mafia King, and here he was, losing his mind over a man, who don't even love him back.

He took another deep breath, trying to ground himself. He couldn't let this weakness, this desire, control him. He had an empire to run, a reputation to maintain. But even as these thoughts echoed in his mind, Jin's image continued to surface, making his resolve waver.

He looked in the mirror once again, the conflict visible in his eyes. He knew he needed to put a distance between jin, to forget about him and focus on his work. But the realisation of his absence, the thought of jin betraying him, sent a pang through his chest.

He clenched his jaw, the pain of indecision tearing at his heart. He had always been strong, had always stood firmly on his own. But for the first time in a long time, he felt vulnerable, his heart open and exposed to a feeling he had never encountered before.

He turned off the faucet, the silence of the bathroom suddenly deafening. He grabbed a towel and started drying off his face, the motion mechanical and lacking his usual grace.

He walked back into his bedroom, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of jin, He sat down on the edge of his bed, his fist clenching the towel in his hand. He knew he had to make a decision, to take control of his emotions before they got the better of him.