❝The only person that'll be doing something with your ass is me, Princess.❞
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Jin only wanted a normal, chill and quiet taxi guy to pick him up in a cab from the library. Not a psychopath who was running away from the Mafia and decided to pick...
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"You can set your belongings down over there." Jin said calmly as they entered his apartment. When Jin realized Namjoon didn't even have anything on him except his gun, he shrugged.
Namjoon looked around at the tore antique wallpaper and used to be white carpet. "This is where you live?" Namjoon asked, and Jin nodded, walking his way to the small kitchen.
Then Jin scoffed, looking behind his shoulder as he asked,
"Do you think I took you to a random apartment?"
Namjoon just shrugs, continuing to look around. "Seokjin, where did you put my keys?"
Jin's brother came out in a clean-cut suit, in the midst of fixing his tie.
"Ah, Hyeong. I put them over there on the side table." Namjoon watched Jin as he left the kitchen and snatched up the keys from the small table. Walking to his hyeong who held out hand for the keys, Jin gently put them in his palm.
When Seokjung started to walk to the kitchen, Namjoon caught his eye.
The hyeong whipped his head around to look at Jin, then back to the guy in his kitchen.
"Jin, why did you let someone into the house this late?"
Jin fidgeted with his shirt as he blew air into his cheeks. Jin could tell his brother was waiting for an answer, and looked up at him from under his lashes.
"He was hungry." The younger brother simply said, and Jung sighed, shaking his head. "He can eat but he can't stay over."
Jin nodded, bowing while muttering, "Thank you, hyeong." Jung walked up to his bowing younger brother, ruffling his hair while chuckling. Jin whined, shooting up and petting down his hair with a pout.
"I'll get food started." Jin said, shuffling towards the fridge.
While Jin was busy taking out his ingredients, Jung went over to Namjoon.
Jung could definitely tell the guy was tense, and how he shifted from one foot to another uneasily.
Then the older brother rose his eyebrow when he went lower and saw the gun clipped onto the guys hip. If Namjoon was told there would be another man here, he would have left his gun outside.
Namjoon cleared his throat as the man continued to watch him intensely. "What's your profession?"
When Jung suddenly popped out a question, Namjoon jumped. After thinking over the question, Namjoon scratched the back of his head and shrugged.
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-five." Namjoon choked out, still shifting from foot to foot. Jung squints his eyes sharply, and started to walk around a scared-shitless Namjoon.
