The Leader's Secret [DISCONTINUED]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ- ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ

Author's POV

"Can we visit my old home hyung?" Namjoon said as he sipped his hot chocolate for breakfast. Jin teased him about it a few times but after a threat of no more hugs, he stopped doing so.

Whipped Jinnie

Namjoon smiled at the thought silently. He still couldn't believe that he was dating Jin. It has been only 43 minutes and 16 seconds since they started (Not that Namjoon's counting) and Jin was so sweet. So fucking sweet that Namjoon might have a sugar rush.

"If you want to then we can, jagi." Namjoon blushed at the nickname and looked down at his cup, suddenly noticing the swirls and how warm it felt on his palm.

So cute

Jin flipped to the next page of the magazine he was reading, hiding his smile as he saw Namjoon's face turning red. Really, the man was too precious to this world. Jin looked at the younger through the top of the magazine, both eyes catching one another and the vocalist closed the paper and cleared his throat.

"Don't do that." He reached forward and pulled the rapper's bottom lip from his teeth, watching it turn red and plump. Namjoon's breath hitched at the action, feeling extremely embarrassed now.

"W-we should go now.." The little looked to the side and suddenly his head was turned back to his front again. Jin looked incredibly handsome here, holding the man's chin making him face forward.

"Alright, come on beautiful." They both stood up, leaving the lobby and going out the door. Not before Jin gets pinched by Joonie because of the nickname of course.

"Ouch! Don't pretend that you don't like it, jagiya." And thats how Jin gets multiple times in the arm, laughing at Namjoon's red face.

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Namjoon got out of the cab, looking at the place he grew up in. It still looks the same, grand and so old school. He remembered looking out his room watching his father coming home in the middle of the night, looking like a corpse. He would come down the stairs as he sat there, watching as he thrashed around, frustrated at everything. He would always be assured by the maids to stay in his room.

He felt a hand slipping on his own, making him feel comforted. Jin smiled at him reassuringly as he turned and faced the elder.

"Namjoon?" A woman was standing there at the other side of the gate, looking gabs smacked. Namjoon squinted his eyes at the woman before he gasped and went to the gate in a rush.

"Halmeoni!" Namjoon tightened his grip at the bars wanting to hold the her so bad. A little backstory, the woman who was standing infront of him was his father's mother. He didn't saw her often but when they do see each other, Namjoon felt like he had his mother again.

"What are you doing?! Open that damn gate! It's your master!" The woman ordered the buards that were by the door. They both looked at each other before one spoke nervously.

"B-but madame, Ma'am said to-" You can practically see the sweat that was forming at their side burns as the old woman frowned.

"Do I look like I care about what that wrench says boy? Open the gate!" The guards nodded frantically and opened the gate, Namjoon immediately running to his grandmother. They both crushed each other in the hug while the guards and Jin just stood there quietly.