I'm in love with a criminal {Namjin FF} ✓

~ six ~

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'Who is master to you?'
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Jin remained silent. He didn't even know what the other was talking about. 'Who?' He asked confused, as he looked straight forward on the path they walked on. Namjoon sighed before telling him to forget about what he said so he shut up and laid his head on the carrying man's shoulder and hugging him tighter. 'Are you cold? We're soon there' Joon asked with a straight face as Jin responded with a quick yes. 'Then you shouldn't have run away you little brat' he spitted out with a chuckle. All besides his joke Joon was right, why couldn't he just sit on his ass without causing other people some trouble. His grip on the others body softened, signaling him to wanting to get off him. With one shift Namjoon changed Jin's position from his back to his waist, holding him in place by accidentally placing his hands on Jin's ass. They locked eyes as their frozen bodies pressed against each other. Jin's eyes widen at how close they were, standing face to face. 'Didn't I tell you that I'd kiss you if you don't do what I tell you?' Namjoon pitily smirked at him as Jin locked his legs behind the man's body. 'My body felt weak for a second, I didn't mean to disobey' he explained with a blank expression and Namjoon seemed to understand. He let Jin hop to steady himself before starting to walk off again.

Jin tilted his head to the side, his breath fanning Joon's neck warm as his hands played with his paws that hung down from his wrists. He felt safe somehow and he had to be cautious that after all he was a part of a mafia family. This thing is called the Stockholm syndrome, right? A psychological phenomenon to keep him in the house until the boss arrived. Sounds genius. He clinged onto Namjoon tighter as he opened his mouth. 'when are we going to arrive? I'm hungry and tired and bored and homesick plus I need to use the bathroom or else I'm going to wet my briefs' A laugh erupted when the other man listened to Jin's current state. 'Sounds like your problem. Look behind you' As he was told, Jin looked behind him and smiled at the bright building placed in the middle of nowhere. Namjoon watched the boy unconsciously swing his legs down from his waist and pat his paws on his shoulders, expressing his joy through his actions. 'You weren't this happy when you first arrived here lil' Namjoon joked humoristic. Then it happened again, them being lost in each other's eyes as they walked. 'I-Is there something on my f-face?' Jin had to interrupt this somehow since his body heatened up towards his cheeks again. 'J-Just go to your room and shower and I'll tell the maid to sew some of my clothes to fit them for your size. But before you wear them, make sure to tell somebody to bring you a first aid kid for your injuries before they infect' He calmy listed, walking up the stairs to the front door.

'Sir, we were really worried about you why didn't you inform us?' A running man said as he approached them. 'Since when do I have to make a conference when I want to leave the house?' Namjoon harshly said when the worker's gaze wandered to Jin's figure. 'I didn't mean to be disrespectful, please spare me, sir' he lowered his head to his feet. 'Tell the chef to cook a meal for him and the maid to get a few clothes of mine to sew 'em to a smaller size. A band aid kit needed and uhm...the phone from his bag. It should be somewhere in my bedroom' The worker bowed respectfully before rushing into the house, followed by them. '11 steps to the first stair, 15 to reach the end of the stairs, 2 steps forward and 7 steps to the left' Jin whispered which Namjoon found mindblowing since he exact knew such things. In other hand, the mafia didn't even know how many rooms the mansion had or where even the kitchen was. 'Can't you just lend me one of your exes outfits, why waste your clothes?' he quickly changed the topic as Namjoon stepped upstairs but didn't exchanged a word until they reached the door. With gentle moves, he stepped in and put Jin down on his feet but lifted his body again when he hissed in pain. 'J-Just put me on the bed please' he pleased with a shaky tone but seems like Joon is not the type of person who lets other people control him. He walked Jin towards the bathroom as he placed him next to the marble plank which was a part of the sink. 'Yah! What are you doing!?' Jin frowned calmly as he watched Namjoon run the warm water that slowly filled the bathtub. 'I'll close my eyes until you undress yourself and I'll also help you to lay down in there without you feeling pain, alright?' Namjoon tried to convince him but Jin didn't seem to allow such thing to ever happen.

'nope- you fuck off and I mind my own business. I ain't a child' he cockily stated, swinging his legs down the sink. It must be his habit. 'there is no difference between you and a child. You are worse than a child. A little brat who can't even stand still. You cause so much trouble that it affects people around you. You are a fucking baby, now sit and cry about it crybaby' Namjoon raised his voice out of anger when he felt like he couldn't stand how Jin acted after all he only wanted to help him but the boy seemed like he didn't mind it at all when he simply said a quiet 'thank you. thank you for saying it to my face but I already know all of these things you said. Will you also kick me out for being a burden?' He smiled at his own words that came from the bottom of his heart. This was the first ever time that Jin talked back to somebody who had called him a crybaby or anything related to that. Namjoon chuckled frustrated as he walked closer to Jin and placed his hand around his neck before pulling him towards him and press his lips against Jin's plump ones.