runaways | knj + ksj

[eighth street ]

chapter eight;
he may be a fallen angel, but at least he's pretty

+namjoon;

kim namjoon grabs jin's back as he walks out the door. taehyung was out somewhere for the "administration," but hadn't said what he had to do exactly. namjoon walked down the cracked sidewalk, not in the mood to drive today. well, it was best if he didn't - he didn't want his license plate noticed just in case anything happened while he was out.

namjoon couldn't help but think of jin. what a strange boy he is. jin and tae didn't seem to get along the other night, but why, namjoon wondered. he thought they would. though now that he thought of it; it probably wasn't smart to bring jin around the house - their life was too dangerous. but jin was pretty and namjoon couldn't help but find a need to keep him around - he did walk in on namjoon and M, so he guessed that couldn't be helped... why had jin been there in the first place? no way he could have followed me, namjoon thought. he came in on the other side.

namjoon cleared his head thinking that it was a waste of time to worry of such a thing out of his control. if M. takes a liking to seokjin, namjoon wouldn't be able to risk his living for the boy. he worked too hard to get where he was, and still had a long way to go. namjoon put the brown haired boy out of his mind and continued in down the street towards downtown chicago. he wanted to find a good spot to tag before  giving jin's bag back. he needed to meet up with taehyung later, but he figured he had enough time. namjoon normally tagged late at night when it was less likely he would get caught by prowling cops, but today he was feeling a surge of inspiration.

the world around namjoon slowly started to disappear and only the blank store wall was in his sight. grabbing one of the many spray cans from his black backpack, he takes a deep calming breathe. he immediately starts on his work, chuckling slightly, thinking what jin would say if he was here. namjoon imagines him nervous and indefinitely freaking out over every little noise. jin would probably comment on how he did not want to be a part of namjoon's criminal art. criminal art. what a strange set of words made by an even stranger boy. namjoon thought of what jin would paint if bamboo persuaded him to join in on the fun. he definitely laughed out loud at this image in his head. jin would somehow make it into a dad joke - namjoon could just feel that's what he would do. chuckling, namjoon backs up to admire what he painted. a gasp escapes his mouth as he realizes what he did. the image was of kim seokjin, except in this he had black hair. he was standing, turned slightly, and staring intently. the boy was in an all black suit minus the jacket. the shirt was silk and seemed to fit loosely on his broad shoulders. behind him, sprout the most beautiful black feathered, wings a human could have. ultimately embarrassed, namjoon grabs a red spray paint can and sprays a red line across the eyes of the boy. he didn't want jin to be recognized. lastly, he takes the can and signs a large, "RM," at the bottom of the image. as namjoon is zipping up his backup, he hears a loud voice screaming, "yes, officer. he's on the other side of that wall there. I didn't want to go run him off myself because he could be-"

namjoon, not caring to get caught to hear the full conversation, runs the opposite way of the voices, simultaneously pulling his backpack on and jin's bag over his head.

namjoon was fighting for breathe when he arrived in front of jin's building. he rested his hands on his knees, hoping he wouldn't look too sweaty or tired from the run. after he caught his breathe, he started to walk towards the stairs of the cracked, worn-down building. a cold breeze snaked its way through namjoon's clothes giving him a chill as he realized he had no idea what apartment jin lived in. he tried to think back to remember if he ever saw jin go in his apartment, but the boy gave up quick, shuffling a hand through his white hair. as he turned around to walk off, defeated, he heard someone behind him barely speak his name.

"namjoon? is that you?" the mystery person questioned.

namjoon quickly turns around already knowing the voice so soon after meeting.

"jin!" exclaimed the now energized boy. "sorry about the other day..." jin gave him a quizzically look.

"you know, on the bus ride..." jin's smile faded to a slight frown.

worried namjoon pipes up, "well, you left your bag! I thought you might need it." namjoon slowly takes the bag off from across his shoulder when suddenly it is ripped from his grip. this time is was namjoon to pull off the quizzically expression.

jin stammered a thank you, turned sharply, and started to walk away. thankfully, he didn't see namjoon's melancholy facial expression. namjoon heard, what he figured what was jin's, phone ding multiple times in his pocket. jin reluctantly stopped and pulled out his phone, slightly glancing behind him as he did. jin wasn't able to see namjoon's face since he had turned his head looking out the street before jin could see. namjoon couldn't figure out why he stood here like jin would offer him up to his place. how stupid. namjoon didn't even want to be around jin any longer. that night, after taking jin home, he had even answered taehyung's prying questions wondering if namjoon liked the frightened boy. he had answered that of course he didn't, even called taehyung crazy for thinking of it.

jin's gasp pulled namjoon out of his thoughts. he turned turns the boy, noticing his shaking hands and body. "jin? are you-"

jin sprung his phone in front of namjoon's face at a lightning speed. it took a minute to focus on the shaking screen, but he could just make out the last text from the unknown number: "it is time we meet again. don't you think, jin?"

jin's scared look multiplied exponetionlly when namjoon breathed out, "oh fuck."