🦊 Love Brids 🐺 | NamJin Hybrid Smut

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Namjoon left his paragraph in the chatroom for a few seconds only, then immediately deleted it. He didn't want Jin to know everything all at once, especially not through a message. If and when he decides to tell the boy everything, he will do it personally and not through a text.

In reality, Namjoon wasn't going to visit a relative. He didn't know where he was going to go, but he knew that he couldn't go back home. All that he wanted at the moment was to find an escape from the cruel reality he was left to face on his own.

He left one of the nicest and safest places in Korea to visit the lowest parts of it. It was nothing like Seoul, this part of Korea was messy, dark, and surrounded with poverty and gangsters.

Namjoon was a fierce fighter, but he was only violent for self-defense or to defend his loved ones. Never to fight for pleasure and or power. However, now that he was seeing this part of his motherland, and being this angry on the inside, Namjoon felt right at home in such a disrupted dark looking town.

People all around him were too feared to be looked in the eye, while some were too fragile and poor to even stare at. Namjoon followed a pathway that was rocky, leading to a nearby food establishment.

It was getting late and the wolf hasn't had a bite since last night. He held his stomach as it
rumbled, begging for food. Namjoon didn't trust the town, as it we roaming with thieves.

He had to figure out a way to pay for the food and not get mugged by anyone.

He was strong enough to intimidate even some of the strongest gang members that were around, but he was a soft guy at the same time who didn't believe in using violence unless it involved someone in his family.

Ultimately, his weak and lanky looking body became a target for men who were tough and reeked of marijuana and cigars. They were watching Namjoon from their hideout, waiting for the right moment to jump him.

"Thank you." Namjoon finished paying for his greasy street food which smelled delicious, then muttered "Keep the change." to the man who was handing him a five dollar bill back.

Kim Namjoon wasn't stupid, he could spot the gangsters from a mile away. There was no way he was going to shove a full five dollar bill back in his huge backpack then zip it back up and be met with trouble.

Instead, the boy happily ate his food, while keeping an eye out for anything strange or suspicious looking. Thankfully, he was able to eat his food in peace, without encountering
any problems.

Just as he threw his napkin away in a trash can, the people all around the establishments began packing up their merchandise.

"Why is everyone leaving this early?" Namjoon wondered, but he didn't bother to ask.

He walked towards the alleyway he came from before, deciding that it was his time to head back to his car. When he found it, his car had been vandalized by gangsters.

"Hey!" As he shouted at the guys, they all turned around and faced Namjoon with a grin.

One man, most likely the leader of the gang, was holding a bat in his left hand, smacking it down onto his right hand, attempting to intimidate Namjoon.

"Shit..." He backed away from the guys, but the men gained up on him.

"What were you saying, little boy? Did you lose your mommy or something?" One of the
men teased.

"Aww, he doesn't talk yet. His mother was probably too busy being a whore to teach her son how to say his first words." Hearing his mother was brought into the conversation triggered Namjoon.

"Don't worry, we'll teach you how to speak. Say "ahh"." The man punched Namjoon in the gut, earning a cough from the boy as he held his stomach.

"Argh!" He stumbled back, falling behind a pair of tinfoil trash cans.

The gangsters gathered around him, laughing.

"You don't belong here, kid. This is OUR town and you're invading OUR territory. Now get out." Namjoon got up, but he didn't leave.

He opened his mouth and started to hyperventilate.

"What the fuck is he doing?" A gangster commented. The tough looking men continued to mumble things back and forth and before they knew it, all of them were backing away from a tall, 5'11'', wolf.

"What in the hell are you!?" Namjoon hunched his back over, walking on all fours while circling the gangsters. He stood up, revealing his sharp teeth with one big, dark growl.

"Never speak about my mother like that ever again." His voice was so deep, he almost sounded like a demon.

One by one, Namjoon tore the gangsters apart, devouring them with his sharp canine teeth.

Everyone in the town feared him now, seeing how he singlehandedly took on a gang made up of fourteen men, and severed their limbs apart just by using his teeth and wolf claws.

After he realized the crime he committed, all that he could do was howl loudly out of anger and regret.

The people in the town came out of their homes, keeping their distance from the wolf.

Namjoon looked around him, seeing the blood gushing out of the gang members. He felt something other than guilty; he felt like a different person.

A monster that took the lives of fourteen people all because they used the name of his mother in vein.

"Don't go near him." People all around him were mumbling things about him, while others were too scared to even look him in the eye. He felt worse than a villian, he felt like a true monster.

As he got inside of his car, the people came out of their houses and ran towards the crime
scene. Namjoon made his way out and managed to flee the scene before the cops arrived.

But it was no use in escaping the police, his face was now recognized by everyone there since they took photos and recorded live footage of him murdering those men.

Namjoon started shaking, seeing the amount of blood he had on his hands, face, and clothing. His leather seats wouldn't get stained, but his bloody finger prints were staining the steering wheel.

Never in his life did Namjoon think he would do something like this. He heard the cops following behind him, so he did what every normal citizen does in this type of situation and sped up, leaving them behind.

Not his wisest choice, but the man didn't know what to do. All he could see was the entire
scenario of the massacre he created.

Namjoon was so distracted by the scene playing in his head like a tape recorder, he didn't see that the cops had surrounded him in an intersection.

"This is the police! Step out of your vehicle, put your weapons down and hands up, now!"

With no room left to escape, and no where left to go, Namjoon stepped out of his car, place his hands behind his head... And surrendered himself to the cops.