Soft Boy(MINJOON)

Wandering Thoughts/ Sludge

After getting inside the house, Jimin was greeted by his parents, none so quietly.

"Jimin!" His mom called, "We were so worried about you, why were you gone so long? You should have called us! We could've came got you. I don't like the idea of you walking alone at night."

His mother's concerned face made his stomach churn in guilt, "I'm sorry," He mumbled, "I got caught up with Tae and then my phone died. I didn't want to worry you, I didn't mean to." 

He looked up at her with a big eyed expression, and she practically crumbled at her son's sudden guilt. She hated getting angry with him, she was just very protective of her only child, but her Jimin was such a sensitive little boy, like he'd always been.

And Jimin's father wasn't better off, he looked at Jimin with a solemn expression, "You know you shouldn't worry your mother like that, Jimin," He started, "But we're glad that you're okay." He breathed out the last part with a relieved sigh.

Jimin nodded once at them, apologizing once more, and started walking to his room.

He would have told them that he was safe, that he had someone walk him home, but that would probably only concern them more, knowing that a stranger had walked him back.

Jimin opened the door to his bedroom, walking over and plopping down on his bed with a small huff.

He felt more sleepy know that he didn't have much else on his mind quite yet, but as he lie there, he found his mind wandering gradually.

Where did Kim Namjoon come from exactly?

And Namjoon had said while he was talking that it was his job to take care of the bad people. What kind of job did that entitle?

What kind of job could he have that made that his job?

Was he a cop?

Jimin shook his head, he didn't seem like one, though Jimin didn't really know how cops acted.

Still.

Other than that, Jimin found his mind still wandering.

He felt safe around Namjoon though, but he didn't know why. He'd just met the guy, what reason did he have? But there seemed to be something about him, Jimin couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it made him feel all fuzzy.

Namjoon made him feel fuzzy and warm and soft.

Jimin sucks in a breath as he rolls over on his bed and snuggles into the baby blue covers on it. He shifts around a bit until he finds himself back on his back again and lets out another puff of air as he pulls the blankets up to his chin and nuzzles his face into them. 

And as he looks up to his ceiling, where he counts all the glowy stars and planets stuck to it, he wonders. 

When would he see Kim Namjoon again?

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While Jimin had been thinking, someone else had been having their own thoughts.

Namjoon was walking along, making his way back to wherever that may be, whether it be home or just some other place, he didn't really mind.

But one thing that stayed on his mind was that boy, Park Jimin.

How could someone be so innocent?

Namjoon had originally planned to kill him once he knew the boy heard him kill the terrible man, he didn't want to take any chances, but something held him back.

Jimin.

The innocence and gentleness the small boy held in his eyes nearly made Namjoon want to drop to his knees at the intensity.

He'd never felt like that about anyone really. So, why the boy? What made Namjoon so weak for him? He simply didn't know.

All he knew was he needed to see that boy again.

Whatever it took.

But for now, he needed to worry about his job as he heard whimpers coming from a nearby alleyway.

He moved stealthily, sliding along the dirty brick wall, he was met with dark nothingness, but he'd came to realize that the nothingness tended to hold the most. Then he heard it again, the whimpers, but more clear.

"Pl-Please don't h-hurt me." Was the frail voice that sounded deafening to Namjoon.

And the sick response, the man's voice sounded like pure sludge dripping from his mouth, "Don't you worry, girly. I'm gonna make you feel real good."

Namjoon's gut churned but he breathed in deeply through his nose.

"Pl-Please no!" The lady whisper-yelled back, she sounded close to tears.

Namjoon wondered how she wasn't completely sobbing yet, she must be strong.

"J-Just let m-me go! I w-won't tell anyone," She promised, "Please, I-I have two daughters, th-they need me."

The man snickered in response, "Why don't you bring them around too?"

And that was it for Namjoon, he was quick the side turn into the ally, hearing more than seeing enough to knock the disgusting man away from the women.

The women let out a squeal of shock, not quite moving.

"Go!" Namjoon yelled to her, "Hurry! Go back to your kids and stay safe!"

The women shakily nodded, taking off, Namjoon could hear her heels clicking as she ran.

He turned back to the man, knocking him somewhere in the middle of his face, best guess was his nose, as the man cried out.

"What the fuck?" 

"No," Namjoon spoke calmly, "I'd say 'what the fuck' is more aimed to what the fuck you thought you were about to do."

Namjoon grabbed the man, pulling him out from the alley and into the few streetlights.

The man was bleeding from his nose, the blood trailing from there to his mouth, and when he smiled, you could see the blood smeared across his teeth.

It suited him. Disgusting.

"I was gonna get some pussy, what about you, man?" 

Namjoon breathed in deeply once more, looking down at the man, "You are disgusting." And aimed his gun straight at him.

The man only returned the comment with another bloody smile.

Bang. (A/n Alexa play bang bang bang by bigbang)