Mission: Parents || namjin

three

  "Thank you for choosing to come here for your hair cut!" the barber waved me goodbye as I exited the shop. "Thanks!" I shouted back, and he closed the glass door, chuckling. By the time my hair was done it was already morning, I could tell by the bright rays of light from the sun.

  I pat the top of my head, feeling the bunch of newly colored strands on my head. The new hair color looked good on me when I stared at the mirror. The color I chose made me stand out a little, so there were definetely people staring at me while walking. I chose to just shrug it off and ignore it though.

  Pink wasn't that bad on me... right?

  A loud sudden thud and a following curse coming from the alleyway I was walking past interrupted me from my thoughts. Being the curious person I am I poked my head in, squinting my eyes in an attempt to get a better look.

  "Dangit, Namjoon!"

  DAD?!

  I gasped and placed my palm to cover my mouth in shock. Younger dad was now right in front of me a few feet away. Beside him was a guy, the one who cursed at him, who rolled his eyes and sighed. They were both wearing a full black outfit, the other guy even with a beanie on, which made them look like criminals.

  "Hah... Sorry.." dad- or well.. Namjoon apologized, and scratched the back of his head. The guy went silent and I couldn't read his facial expressions.

  My gaze fell upon what they were staring at in the first place, the thing Namjoon dropped.

  A bag....

  and a few dollars coming out...

  Wait...

  WAS HE REALLY A CRIMINAL?

  The guy who scolded Namjoon sighed, "Maybe I should have chosen Yoongi for this job..."

  WERE THEY ALL CRIMINALS?!

  "Pft. Let's just get this over with,"  Namjoon announced, and the guy agreed by nodding his head. They both squatted down, and grabbed equal handfuls of money. They then both walked back behind them and sat on two old couches, one for each of them I assume, and started to count silently in their own worlds.

  I attempted to poke my head in even further, to get a better look, but I tripped and face planted on the concrete floor. Oh no.

  "What the... HOSEOK! A BOY!"  Namjoon ran over and grabbed me by the collar and forced me up. Hoseok? What the.. is this the Jung Hoseok?

  I looked at the guy, he didn't look like J-Hope? Maybe they just have the same name... This guy was way too muscular to be J-Hope, even if J-Hope was fairly muscular.

  Hoseok 2.0 set his stack of money down and walked up to me, rolling up his sleeves, which exposed his muscles even further and holy shit i'd be dead if i messed with this guy.

  "What's your name and why are you here?" he asked, sliding out a small blade knife out of his pocket and threatening me with it.

  "Woah. Slow down Hoseok, he's a kid." Namjoon pushed him back away from me. Thankfully. "Anyways, who are you, kid?" He let go of my collar and I relaxed into my own stance, not feeling the intensity of being pulled up anymore.

  "I'm.. J...Junki! I'm Lee Junki..." I blurted out randomly.

  "Eh? You sound unsure.. Do you work for the police?" Hoseok asked, again threatening me with the small pocket knife to my throat.