mafia's promise

69

When namjoon returned back inside the room, he found jin still lying on the bed, he shook his head in disbelief, as he walked over to the bed and placed the tray of food on the bedside table, " here, eat something, eomma prepared your favorite food "

Jin looked up from his phone and at namjoon, " i don't want to eat ".

Namjoon's jaw tightened at jin's indifferent response, he reached out and snatched jin's phone. " Enough, i said eat it " his voice raised slightly, as he tossed jin's phone aside on the bed, out of jin's reach.

Jin sat up on the bed, looking frustrated, " i Said i don't want to eat, can't you understand that?, i don't want to eat the food made by that woman " jin's voice was cold with a sharp edge.

Namjoon's face hardened, " what do you mean by you don't want any food made by eomma huh ?, ".

Jin rolled his eyes, " i said what I Said, ".

Namjoon's patient was wearing thin, and when he heard jin's voice and that hint of repulsivment in his voice, something inside him snapped, without thinking, he reached out and grabbed jin's face, his grip tight around jin's jaw, as he made him looked directly in his eyes,

When he spoke up, his voice was rough , almost like an growl. " don't try my patience, I am trying so hard to be a good man, don't make me show what kind of monster i can be when I want to ".

A shiver run down jin's spine at that tone, but he composed himself, his hand reached out to grab Namjoon's hand, the one which was rested on jin's face, his grip firm around Namjoon's wrist, " you think i don't know, what kind of monster you're hiding inside you huh ? "

Namjoon's eyes darkened at that, he leaned closer, so close that their nose was almost brushing, " oh, you think you know me huh ? " A pause as he tightened his grip on jin's jaw, enough to make it painful for him.

Jin let out a small his but kept his gaze locked with namjoon,

" If you really know me this well, then you should've known that I can't tolerate my mother's disrespect, i won't say anything if you would've disrespect me, but don't you dare talk about my mother like that. ".

" Why ?, whats so special about her ?, why can't I say anything about her ?, the woman who always favoured you over ji-hyun, the woman who loves you and only you, cared about you and no one else huh ?, "

Jin's words were like an sharp blade cutting through Namjoon's heart, he was losing control, and deep down something was telling him that jin was doing this on purpose, he was provoking him, trying to get a reaction From him,

and damn it all to hell,

it was working.

A moment of silence passed, as Namjoon observed jin's expressions, trying to read his mind, but jin's eyes, his expression wasn't giving anything away.

With a soft sigh, namjoon let go of jin's face with a jerk, like the touch was burning him, which made jin stumbled a little.

Jin rested his hands on the bed, for balance, before looking at namjoon again.

" You know what, do whatever you want, and see if I care " Namjoon's words were well calculated, he wasn't going to give jin the satisfaction he wanted.

He run a hand through his already messy hairs, eyes still fixed on jin's face, and when he saw the hint of disappointment in his eyes, namjoon knew it was just another game of jin, to get a reaction from him,

There was clearly something going in his head, and this all was just a twisted game, maybe a plan, of something else,

Namjoon wasn't sure of it.
But he decided not to point it out, not yet.