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

~ ten ~

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'Will you kill other men?' He asked meanly but he didn't get a response either. 'I guess I'll just ignore that and go to sleep...have fun'
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Who was Namjoon to care about Jin's opinion and try to become a better person who didn't had to come home with blood covering his body? He watched as the boy left the room, later followed by him. Jin, who had arrived at Namjoon's room, slammed the door behind him and looked out of the window as he gazed the mafia step in his car and drive off. 'At least get me some chocolate' he mumbled before he decided to tour the mansion. One by one, he was amazed by how well furnished the rooms were, from a gym to a whole playground, from a karaoke room to a studio. He stared at all those buttons that were palced on each side of the huge row of other keyboards, music pads and many other equipments. With gentle touches, he ran his fingers on the objects. Thinking nobody would enter this place anyway, he roamed around the drawers and shelfs where he found a noteapad -for moonchild- written on it. The curious fluffball the boy is, flipped it open and randomly landed on a page which was nothing else but a half empty page. 'You are really a man full of secrets Namjoon-ah' he whispered to himself when he continued to read what was written. -Moon- was it's title. The lyrics weren't finished yet, only few sentences were written. Seokjin really wasn't a man of talents besides his singing when it came to music but then he remembered the chords his dad had taught him when he was younger. 'Jinnie focus on both hands. Imagine the tiles as your dearest friends and focus on them really well. You don't want them to play you a tone deaf melody, now do you?' These words repeated in his head as he reached for the black keyboard. He thought a few chords would be enough to compose a whole song. There he was, sitting in Namjoon's studio, playing the piano while recording it and sharing it on the display right above the equipments to cut and trim the melodies he cut. Hours and hours were spent until he finally finished it's music but now his vocals and the lyrics remained. The boy searched for a pen as he found one in the drawers of Joon's desk. Seokjin wasn't a songwriter but he sure knew that these few sentences had a huge meaning behind it so he didn't dare to change it at all. He placed his index finger against the side of his forehead, gesturing a thinking pose as he thought of something to write and complete the song with.

'Suddenly I wonder, are you also looking at me right now?
Won't you find out all my painful wounds?
I'll orbit around you
I'll stay by your side
I'll be your light
All for you'

The boy read the last part of his own written lyric at least ten times to verify that it surely fit to the first ones that probably Namjoon had written. A sweet melody played in his head of how he should sing each verse in which parts of the pianistic song. Another hour passed by quickly as the boy was now in the small capsule which was placed in the corner of the studio. He somehow found out how to connect the mic and the headphones to the actual device. When he made sure it was recording, he opened his mouth, the sound of heaven was heard near the room. Jin didn't count but he was sure he had worked on his vocals for at least two more hours to make it sound perfect the way he wanted it to be. Not at the fact he repeated it many times to listen to himself over and over again. 'God- I'm not only handsome, I'm also fucking talented, god bless me bitch' Jin praised himself as he laid his head back on the soft pillowhead of the swivel chair he sat on. 'I'm boreeed' he whined loudly, still staring at the display which continously played 'his' song. With each piano key, he found peace and comfort in them as he slowly drifted off to dreamland, not caring about how uncomfortable his position was.

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'JINNIE!' A loud voice echoed in the whole mansion that also woke him up from his peaceful sleep. 'Everbody, the forest, the exits, all should be locked up. At least ten men pro place. Fuck- the hell is the boy!?' Namjoon yelled at the top of his lungs, slamming each door of each room, hoping to find the guy. Seokjin in other hand was confused as hell as he stood up and walked towards the door, scrubbing his eyes to get used to the light. 'I-I'm here...' he shouted back at the staircase, ready to see an angry Namjoon to rush to him. Instead, he couldn't even read his expression while Namjoon approached him in quick steps. 'Was at your studio, sleeping. I swear I didn't even think of running away...m'sorry' Jin mumbled with an innocent face, so cute and easy to forgive. With a relieved sigh, he caressed Jin's soft hair before telling him to go to his room. He slowly watched as Jin passed by him and made his way to where he was demanded to. 'nite nite' Seokjin mumbled into the air, expecting nobody to hear his small voice. Smiling behind Jin's back, he decided to take a look into his studio, only to be welcomed by a sweet melody, matched with Seokjin's angelic voice. His brown eyes widen as he seemed to be freezed. Not able to think straight, he closed his eyes, enjoying the cheap made song but also the most quality thing he had ever witnessed to. Yes, he heard him sing once but not like he really paid attention to him. This time he even memorised each pitch and all runs he made while singing this song. He sat down on the chair and his eyes gazed his old notepad he didn't touch for a long time. The page to his favourite poem was opened and other things were written in another font. He scanned the paper from top to the bottom until he saw a small note at the side. -dads are like the moon, they lighten up your life and lead you to beautiful places, such as heaven- Why does everything remember him of his dad? Like, he's that type of boy who would say 'Oh! Look, somebody's breathing. My dad did that too when he was alive' Oh boy, Namjoon thought to himself as he reached for his drawer to grab a random USB-Stick to transfer the song on it. He promised himself to keep this record for the rest of his life. In the next minute he was notified that the file finished uploading but then he wondered why he did all of that. That feeling that had never left since he met him. Running his fingers through his hair, he shuffled and tangled the light brown strands whilst standing up and making his way towards his own to change his clothes to comfy ones. A grey sweatpants with nothing on top must be comfortable enough so he dressed himself and walked out of his room to look around the house to check on the people. Downstairs, he walked to the living room where he was greeted by two black suited men. 'Sir, master would be back tomorrow. We just received a call. He wants us to gather up at the usual location. Plus the boy, he especially wants the boy' he informed Namjoon with a bow. As soon as the men were about to leave the room, gunshots were heard outside. 'Oh fuck- DEFENSE!' Namjoon screamed loud enough for everybody to hear.