「Namjoon Central」

criminal killer | naмjιn

ugh criminal namjoon and normal civilian seokjin yesss

Meet Kim Namjoon. South Korea's biggest art theif. He's been doing this for years and somehow, the cops have never caught him. He's been in many situations where the cops think they've got him, but alas, Namjoon always has a plan.

Now, meet Kim Seokjin. A South Korean citizen who knows more about Namjoon than his own favorite food. Seokjin has known about this Namjoon guy for years. Hell, Seokjin has had many....complications with the cops before. But that's another story!

There's always report after report about some famous piece Namjoon has stolen. He's stolen other things like diamonds, rubies, pretty things basically. ''A pretty boy stealing pretty things'' was what Seokjin always said. He had always wondered what it'd be like to capture Namjoon and keep him for himself. Though he didn't tell all, his friends thought he was crazy for thinking of such a fatal act. But hey, there's a first for everything; even if it's possibly fatal.

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Here we go again. It's the same old shit. Namjoon runs from the police, they don't catch him, he steals again, they come again-you get it. Todays plan was to hide in a citizen's house until it was ''safe.'' The neighborhood was quite big, so it tired out both the police and Namjoon. Heaving out short breaths, Namjoon keyed someone's lock.

''Time to put my acting to some use''

Seokjin moved from behind his door and screamed. ''What do you want from me?! Please leave me alone!'' Namjoon jumped from how loud the man was being. He waved his hands trying to tell him to hush but he just looked like some maniac. ''Be quiet! Please! The cops-''

''The cops?'' Seokjin acted shocked. ''Oh please come in! This area is quite big so you won't have to worry about those damned cops. You young ones are quite the troublemakers, huh.'' Seokjin fake laughed while Namjoon looked at him weirdly. He sounded like an old man in a retirement home and he absolutely hated that.

''I have a spare room in my basement, actually. The attic is full of shit- crap- i mean junk!'' Seokjin nervously laughed as Namjoon stared at him weirdly. 'This guys coo coo,' Namjoon thought.

Opening the door, chills ran down Namjoon's back. The basement was cold and dark. Cold, stone walls made this place feel like prison. Seokjin slowly closed the door, thanking the gods that he was rich enough to not have creaky doors. As quickly as he could, Seokjin grabbed his baseball bat. He always kept it in his basement for times like....this. "Hey man do you think I could-" he swung. Seokjin moved so fast you could hear it. A loud thump was made, signaling that Seokjin was half way done with his plan.

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Seokjin paced back and forth across the cold floor. "What the hell is taking so long? I didn't knock him out that bad." A loud ass groan could be heard from behind Seokjin. "Yo what the fuck- dude seriously?! Tying me to a chair? Is this some sex dungeon?!" Seokjin nearly laughed in his face. A sex dungeon? Please Seokjin would never! "This isn't a sex dungeon, Namjoon."

Oops

"How do you know my name? Are you a police officer?! Are you gonna turn me in?! Go ahead and do it! I don't-" a loud slap echoed through the room. Namjoon was almost in tears. He'd never been slapped before; especially by a stranger. "God my hand burns. Shut the fuck up, please." Namjoon glared at Seokjin. First he gets slapped, and now he's being told to shut up? Worst of all he's tied to a chair in a cold basement!!