-Bored // A nammin fic

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Splish. Splash.

His large leather burgundy boots stomped on the lightly flooded sidewalk as people hurried through the busy city to get back into their safe, warm, and cozy homes. He didn't know where he was heading though.

And he could care less.

He honestly couldn't give two shits about where the fuck he would end up and how. He needed space to calm down and clear his mind.

He always loved the rain, it was so calming and it kept his curious mind at bay while he would contentedly sit at his window and bask in its gloomy glory. He loved watching it from behind the safety of the translucent barrier, but he absolutely hated actually standing in the rain, much less walking through it. He didn't even a hat or umbrella to keep his head protected, he could get sick. That was definitely the last thing he needed.
Well, he wouldn't really mind it if he had someone he really cared for to take care of him. That would make things less miserable and more fun.(that is if he didn't accidentally get the other person sick)

Suengki?

No, he didn't care for her much, and she didn't care for him either. The feelings were mutual. She only kept him around so she could brag to her friends about her "rich and handsome boyfriend." Which he didn't mind, sure she could brag about him but at the end of the day she could have all of him except his real love. Which in his mind towered over everything else.

He's never met someone he could really look at, straight in the eye and think "wow I'm so lucky to have this person in my life, breathing the same air, and sharing genuine love." No ones ever been so compatible to him to stick around. He's sort of built a wall around himself, set a standard to how he expects people to be with him and honestly that's probably what makes his life so boring.

No one is good enough for him.

That's really selfish to say but what can he do? Everyone only comes and goes for his money, how is he supposed to know who's real and not?-

-"Just give us all your money and we'll let you go you shrimp. Might as well hand over your wallet and we'll decide what we can take." A big looking guy said as he held a smaller one by the collar. His friends nodded in agreement, as few "yeah you bastard." Or "you better agree or you know what'll happen." were murmured amongst them, not loud enough for Namjoon to distinguish who though. There were about five of them. The big fat one, two talk lanky boys, probably twins. One of them was just sitting on a box nearby with cigarette in hand, just watching the scene unfold, and another boy who looked slightly familiar to Namjoon but he just couldn't put a finger on what exactly. One of the twins probed the small boy in the leg with a bat, as he spat on his shoe and urged him to give them his wallet. Namjoon was in shock, what should he do? He's never been in this situation before, he didn't even realize he walked to the bad part of town as he was thinking. So many thoughts flew through his mind and he couldn't decide whether he should help the boy or just act like he hadn't seen anything at all. If he helped the boy, he wouldn't know how. Would he just tell them to back off? Would he fight them himself? Or would he just tell them he's calling the cops? If he chose the first one, they'd probably ignore him and tell him to beat it. He can't do the second one either because he can't fight. Like it was stated earlier, he's never been in these type of situations so he's severely unprepared. He'll definitely get his lights knocked out of him if he so much as stepped into the alley. The third option seemed the best out of the three because A, he could actually call the police if anything happened. B, the mention of police usually spook people into leaving because the thought of going to jail usually knocks the fight out of most people. And C, if it doesn't work he can just run. Throughout all this going on in his head, the guy sitting on the box noticed him.

"Hey get the fuck out of here you little shit! Unless you want to get robbed too!!" He called out to Namjoon and brought him back to reality. Namjoon visibly jumped and stuttered out
"L-let him go or I'll call the cops!!!" He yelled into the alley as he shakily pulled his phone out from his back pocket. The gangsters all cackled and one of the twins even doubled over laughing. What's so funny? Aren't they supposed to be scared? The guy one the box pushed himself off and strut over to Namjoon.

"Well what do we have here? A lil' rich boy straight off the good side of town. What's a lil' kid like you doing here?" He cooed and treated Namjoon like a child. Namjoon kept quiet, not willing to entertain the guy and it's idiotic antics.

"Not gonna talk aye? Whatever that's fine. Hikaru! Kaoru! Come deal with this little shit. I don't want to get my hands dirty."

The twins both smirked and walked over to him, the bat dragging on the floor at the hands of the slightly more taller one. They both had orange hair and devious smiles.

"What a shame." One of them said.
"You have such a pretty face!" The other continued.
"It'd be terrible to wreck it!" He finished.

Namjoon looked over at the boy, his collar still in the grip of the large boy. They both looked at each other and the boy gave him a pitiful look but also one that said "You're the idiot who got yourself into this." Namjoon sighed and looked back at the twins. He started this, he was gonna finish it.
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