runaways | knj + ksj

[ five empty spray paint cans ]

UNEDITED ;

chapter five;
your car smells like my imaginary dog's shit

namjoon's shitty car reeks. it absolutely reeks of shit. it doesn't really make sense why since he seems like a clean-ocd like boy. jin even thought his spray paint style had a sense of... neatness. he even smells delicious, so what the hell happened to his dog shit of a car. of course, jin wouldn't say anything about this odor to joonie because he wanted -maybe even needed; to be completely honest- him to like jin.

jin didn't ask any questions during the car ride. he just stuck his head out the creaking, muggy window. you couldn't even call it a window. he was tempted by the wailing wind to stick his tounge out as if he was a puppy feeling the wind for the first time, but the fear of having the dog shit smell - erupting from namjoon's car's passenger seat - seeping into his mouth, stopped him. when namjoon pulled into a driveway that defiantly was not jin's, he sharply turned around facing the seemingly worn out boy. "what are we doing? this isn't my apart-"

before jin could finish his sentence, namjoon had alrealy climbed out of the shitty car and slammed the door. jin was most defiantly being kidnapped. yep. it was the only logical answer as to why namjoon would bring him here. here comes jin's death. it was a good life, jin thought to himself.

"loser, what are you doing? get inside."

jin obliged, hoping his death would painless and quick since he's obeying so very well. when he walked in the living room of namjoon's (?) place, jin immediately thought of how nice and refreshing it smelled compared to namjoon's dog shit car. the living room was the first space you see when you walk in the home. jin noticed a shorter (than namjoon) boy with extremely blonde hair and beautiful, bright blue eyes. his eyes were lit up like the night sky whilst talking to namjoon, but as soon as his gaze turned towards jin, his eyes turned to a cloudy, fog-in-gulfed night.

"oh," namjoon realizes unenthusiastically. "this is kim seokjin my... acquaintance." namjoon avoids from looking at jin. strange, he thought.

jin bows to the sitting boy. "nice to meet you."

"black jeans, black sweatshirt, black combat boots. he looks like an emo goose, hyung," the boy ignored jin's greeting.

jin, slightly annoyed from being ignored again, asks, "and your name is?"

both ignoring him, namjoon stiffles a laugh with a fake cough and scorns the boy. "be nice to our company, dongsaeng."

"hey! you said you wouldn't call me that anymore," pouted the younger.

"yeah, i said that, but it's until you start acting twenty-one that i'll stop calling you dongsaeng, taehyung."

"how old are you namjoon?" jin asks wanting him to notice him. jin wanted to go home and get away from this namjoon hogging dongsaeng.

instead of namjoon responding, taehyung snarks, "he's twenty-two, dumbass. what are you even doing here?" he rolls his eyes.

"i just-" jin glances at namjoon for help, "well..."

namjoon finally speaks up. "dongsaeng, i was with-" he glances at jin. "i was with you know who about you know what, and jin just happened to be around. you know how dangerous M. is."

taehyung nods in agreement. "why was he even there?"

they both stare at jin, waiting for an answer. jom comtemplated on telling the two- well, really namjoon - the truth. jim decided that he didn't want to put anymore stress on joonie, so he felt like he could leave out the part about the mysterious text to meet at the park.

"i got bored at my little party and it was around 3am. there were people in my bedroom, so i slipped outside and took my nightly stroll through town. i just happened to walk in on you and that man talking," jin stuttered, trying to sound confident in his explanation but failing.

namjoon and taehyung exchange a look again.

namjoon must have bee contemplating arguing with jin about the truth in his story because he sighs before saying, "okay. that sounds... fine." taehyung rolls his eyes yet again. he has very bright eyes, jin thought. unlike his personality. bamjoon turns toward the younger of the three. "well, i think ill be off to give jin a ride home since i gave you the money." jin's eyes light up at what he just heard namjoon say; number one: the way joonie said jin's name. number two: the thought pf going home. away from taehyung. tae's eyes scrunch up again at hearing jin's name come from namjoon's mouth.

"tch. have fun, hyung."

"yeah. yeah. yeah. see ya later tonight- morning? damn it's close to five am." namjoon thinks outloud.

namjoon grabs his keys, jingling them all the way to the front door. jin walks out first, going at a little faster pace than namjoon. jin really despised this taehyung he just met. namjoon closes the fromt door while jin keeps walking towards Shitty Car, he stops on the front steps.

"okay so what's your problem with tae?"

"nothing, jin shortly replies, and speeds his walk towards the passenger side of the car.

"cmon jin, just tell me," namjoon sighs, walking towards his driver-side door opening it.

"i said it was nothing. drop it"

"...please," jin adds quietly.

namjoon stays quiet the rest of the drive. jin pulls himself as far away from the beautiful boy as he can. jin's heart races faster than the car. 1. jealousy 2. beauty 3. shit car 4. taehyung 5. namjion. jealousy. beauty. shit car. taehyung. namjoon. jealousy, beauty, shit car, taehyung, namjoon, jealousy, beauty, shit car, taehyung, namjoon.

"okay" nam sighs bringing jin out of his trance while stopping the shirty car. "why have you been basically throwing your body outside the window and not talking since we got in the car, jin?"

"... i told you it's nothing. i-i have work in the morning. thanks for the ride." jin's words fall out of his mouth fast like a raging river. tears start to form in his eyes. his breath starts to hitch. he basically falls out of the car once namjoon dismisses him with the look on his face. jin faces his apartment. the sound of namjoon's shitty car screeching away pulls at the already full tear ducts of jin's. jin places his cold hand on his face feeling the wet streaks of the warm tears.

"what a day."

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jealous jin !!! ah