𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 || knj ✔

12

Namjoon and Hoseok beat the shit out of Dean and his men before throwing them to the nearby police station.

Of course, Namjoon was the one who filed the police report because he's the only one that has no criminal record.

If Hoseok or Yoongi were the ones to show up to the police station, they would be arrested immediately since they're in the mafia gang most wanted list internationally, Bangtan.

No one knows that Namjoon is the leader since he keeps a very low profile about his life.

His biological parents are like any ordinary people that you could meet on the streets, His father was a tailor and his mother was a housewife, but one tiny twist of fate could change it all in a blink of an eye.

His father brought an injured man covered by blood to their house one late night, that was unexpected to be the most fierce mafia gang leader. His parents treated the man and let him stay until his wounds finally recovered.

As a reward, the man offers to teach Namjoon about self-defence. His parents agreed and let their only son go to his place on weekends for practice at a very young age.

As time passes by, the bond between Namjoon and the gang leader grows stronger and starts to treat him like his own son since he has none.

When Namjoon's parents found out that the man was preparing their son to be the heir of the mafia gang. They were furious and decided to take their son back and moved out.

Who would let their child get involved in crime and just watch their future destroy?

So, the heartless man he is. He fished out Namjoon to take him to the candy shop when what he actually did was...he parked his car near to the sideways, where Namjoon's parent agreed to meet up and let him witness his parents get hit by a huge truck.

Namjoon was traumatized...he got out of the car quickly and ran to the lone road where red liquid splattered every side of it.

Tears

Tears

Tears are the only thing that he has now.

Yes, he inherited all of the man's wealth like any other cliché story would do except for a certain part where he killed the man with his own bare hands when he was 16, for the sake of his parent's death.

Being the new leader, he spent most of his life in the office, signing papers and monitoring the clan's activities.

Since he has nothing better to do, he decided to sign up for school and then that's when he saw you for the first time.

The feisty and kind girl he had ever met.

He didn't care if he gets bullied or whatever. All he wants was for you to notice him. That's only it.

He really loves the way you would help others who're in need and how beautiful your lips are when you smile and laugh.

But who is he again to change fate's willing, he just could study you from afar. He almost loses hope when all of his efforts were in vain because it was already the school's final year.

Until that day happened.

He tried to control his madnesses for you. Calming the beast in him that was yearning for the love and attention he couldn't receive when he was little.

And now he was devastated and felt like dying when he saw you in your worst state.

You've been sent to the hospital for check-ups for your injuries, got warded and Namjoon always is a good man he is. He helped you a lot since your body still couldn't cope from the past event when you're about to be rape by numbers of men.

You suffered from insomnia, panic attacks, couldn't sleep when there's no one beside you, calming the life out of you and even crying out of the blue to the point where you only could feel numbness. Your whole body feels like shutting down and could just barely breathe to live.

And then there's him. Sleeping soundly with his face facing yours. He sat on a chair while using his arm as a pillow, his other hand strongly intertwined with yours.

He even volunteered himself to take care of you since your mother has been really busy with work lately. Since then, you lived with him in his apartment.

Months passed, and your condition was getting better and Namjoon has always been there for you.

He would bring you to the toilet, clean you up twice a day, feed, brush your hair and even entertain you with his humours.

"Joon, I'm sorry for being such a burden to you" Your voice saddened, your eyes were trailed to his beautiful face. The lights were dim and the digital clock showed that the time had already passed midnight.

He must be sleeping. You thought to yourself when the sounds of light snores filled the darkroom.

"I'm sorry. I'm really so-" You got cut off when a finger pressed against your lips.

"It's okay to fight for someone who loves you but it's not okay to fight for someone to love you" He whispered lovingly beside your ear.

"Do you love me, Y/n?" His eyes were searching for yours. The beats of his heart went crazy while waiting for your replies.

You cried with joy because how long have you been waiting for him to ask so.

"Y/n?"

You nodded and pulled him closer for a hug, warm liquid running down your cheeks.

Namjoon brings his forehead against yours, his face was just an inch closer. Lips were about to mould for the second time.

"May I?" He asked.

He brings himself closer and embraces your delicate body gently. Your face was buried onto his hard chest while he kissed on the top of your head. Slowly breathing your scent in. The shared warmth comforts and did give the meaning of what 'home' should be until a sound breaks that very moment

Pooft!

"Y/n?????" He froze.

"Oops...sowwy HAHAHAHAAH"

You thought it was gonna be a silent fart but the fart itself betrayed you.

"Yah!" Joon flicked your forehead, giggled and farted back a little louder from yours.

"Hey, that's not fair! You fart too!" You quickly fished your hands to his waist and tickled him merciless.

The sound of laughter and pure happiness filled the entire room that night until the two of you slept from the exhaustion of laughter.

"Sweet dreams, love." He tucks you in and stares deeply at your sleeping face, thinking how a person could be this beautiful and humorous at the same time. He yawned and slowly closed both of his eyes before intertwining your fingers with his.