Revised 5/26/19
"You're such a slut, kissing that man."
"Wh.. how so?" Namjoon frowned, his mind buzzing with when he kissed someone.
Ah, when he was dropped off.
It was a long night.
"Because you're going home with me, baby."
Namjoons nose wrinkled at the nickname. It didn't sound as nice when it came out of someone elses mouth.
"Ah.. no I'm not."
The mans hand grabbed his hip, and he winced slightly, for a couple reasons.
Namjoon slapped his hand and stepped away. "I'm going to have to ask you to not touch me."
Thank god his shift is almost over.
"Cmon, I'll pay you more than the other guy did. Twice as much!" The man nearly begged, his face red with drunk sweats.
"Yea, because I'm sure you can afford me. Which you can't."
The man rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Just get me another round, whore."
Namjoon didn't like the way he was being spoken to, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The rule at the bar: 'The costumer is always right.' Within reason,of course. There has to be a valid reason to not serve someone.
Namjoon poured another round of drinks in some glasses, before walking back over to the table. He looked up, lazily looking across the room, before his eyes caught on someone.
Jin and Hoseok.
Namjoon felt a hand grab his ass, surprising him, causing him to drop the plate of drinks on the table, spilling them a little.
"Yah! What the hell, kid?!"
Namjoon was about to respond when he felt a grunt, and the hand on his butt disappear.
All the men at the table were as white as a ghost, and Namjoon slowly turned around to see the man on the floor, Hoseok smile innocently at him, and Jin plopped down in the fallen mans seat, twirling a knife around.
"So.. why are you harassing this young man?"
Namjoons face flushed red, and he instantly hugged Hoseok, "T-thank you.."
"No problem, baby."
"I asked you a question, you should answer."
"Y-you're Kim S-S-Seokjin.."
"I know my name, dumbass. Your point?" Seokjin made a face.
"W-why are you defending the little slut?"
Hoseoks arms tightened around me, and he visibly tensed.
"Hoseok. Get out of here, and take Joon."
"Fine, hyung."
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They got back to the mansion, and Hoseok was still tensed. When they got inside, Namjoon pulled the older into a hug.
"Hoseok.. calm down, please."
Hoseoks body almost instantly relaxed, and his arms wrapped around Namjoon. "Okay.."
Namjoon smiled, "Ahh.. you're warm.."
Yoongi walked into the room, "Hey.. Wheres Jin-hyung?"
"He was taking care of things at the bar for Joonie." Hoseok said to him.
Namjoon was suddenly reminded of the mafia business, and pulled back from the warm embrace, "H-Hobi.. We need to talk."
He looked at the younger curiously, but nodded.
When they got to Hoseoks room, Namjoon sat on the bed, sighing at the comfort, before looking at him again.
"So.. um.. I'm not sure how to bring this up."
"What is it you needed to talk about?"
Namjoon hesitated for a moment, "Yoongi-hyung told me about you and Jin-hyung being.. m-mafia leaders."
Hoseok sighed, sitting down next to him and nodding, "I hope you don't think any different of me. I'm not a bad person, I was raised into this."
"I don't think bad of you, I just want to make sure that you aren't the kind of person that is the.. stereotypical mafia leader, you know, that you read about..."
Hoseok shakes his head, "Of course not! Those kind of people make me sick. Jin-hyung and I aren't like that, which is how me and him became the strongest in Korea. We have a strong trust system with our men."
Namjoon smiled at the older man, "Well I'm glad. That's all I really wanted to know."
Hoseok wrapped his arm around Namjoon, "You're a cutie. I like you."
Namjoons face flushed red, and he buried his face in the olders chest.
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