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

~ eleven ~

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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.
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The mafia ran upstairs to grab some gun and wear a bulletproof jacket before leaving his room, only to be met with Seokjin's worried eyes. He seemed terrified and his shaking body couldn't be ignored either. That remembered him of the night when he got horribly scared of the gunshot, when he had shot his dad infront of him. In the same moment, even though Joon didn't know what had got into him, he stepped closer to Jin and laid a light peck on his forehead before telling him to stay in his room and hide somewhere in case Namjoon would've been shot dead that night. Not trusting his voice, Seokjin stepped back, entering his own room again while watching the other race to hell. There he was with his men who held guns of different types in their hands. Each of them ran towards another direction, aiming perfectly at their target and pulling the trigger. Namjoon in other hand didn't use a pistol at all. Compared to other's weapons, his was a machine gun and effective enough to kill the enemy with at least two shots. He stationed his black Draco AK against the space between his shoulder and chest, pressing his index finger strong enough for bullets to shoot out from the small thin tube of the heavy object. One by one, enemies appeared on different sides of his sight and thank god he was fast enough to greet them with a painful hello of the bullets aiming mostly at their foreheads. He reacted fast and most importantly smartly to avoid any serious injuries. 'CROUCH DOWN!' Namjoon demanded his mate who almost got shot if he wouldn't act in the moment. 'SIR THREE MEN REMAIN' One of them shouted back, informing Namjoon, who shot another man dead. 'TWO. C'MON! MEN DOWN!' he cheered up but right after he did, the armored enemies knelt down and raised their hands up to the sky, not before they dropped their weapons on the ground. 'DON'T SHOOT!' Namjoon shouted before making little steps towards the enemies. With his right foot, he kickes the guns away while keeping his own aimed at their head. 'Who sent you!?' The mafia raised his voice as his fist harshly met one of the men's face. They hestitated of course, not revealing their boss but Namjoon was not the type who wouldn't look behind a rock. 'Guess you want to die' A smirk played on his lips while he charged the gun to kill them. 'SOMI! Jeon Somi...please don't kill us' the man begged for his life. So, how cruel could his ex be to threaten him like this? Namjoon chuckled devilish, kicking the other unharmed man as hard as he could this time, causing him to fall on the floor. 'Clean them up!' Joon shouted loud enough for the males to hear, who were busy picking up the bodies and throwing them up into a huge plastic bag. He took a quick glance of the bloodbathed garden and walked back to the entrance only to face Seokjin whose eyes were widen, as if his eyes would fall out. 'BEHIND YOU!' And as fast as a lightning, Namjoon turned around and watched as the bullet got buried in the middle of the enemy's forehead.

Just minutes ago, as Jin walked the stairs down to check on everybody, since silence had dominated the storm, he saw Namjoon kick one of the two kneeling people on the floor. 'Cruel' Jin whispered in the air. The closer he walked, the anxious he got. Then there he was, Namjoon staring into his soul like nobody else had ever done before but then he realised something else. The beaten up man reached for the gun and was about to pull on the trigger when all of a sudden he called out Namjoon's name. At the moment Jin stared at the blood running down his head which was quiet disgusting. He was really concentrated while his step dad's crime scene replayed in his head. 'Didn't I tell you to stay in your room!?' Joon bursted out, walking towards the boy as he crashed his body with Jin's. He held him close and hugged him even tighter. 'What will I do with you?' Joon sighed out loud, this time also caressing the boy's soft hair. They stood there for a while, both men not letting go. 'Thank you' Namjoon whispered quietly as his breath brushed the hair away from his nape. Jin didn't answer at all. The only thing that ran through his mind was that his dad would be proud of him if he was alive. Soon they untangled themselves and looked into each other's eyes. No words, no sound. Only their body pulling together like a magnet, followed by their lips fitting like a puzzle. Seokjin was amazed by the pressure on his plump lips but he distanced himself right away when he felt like it didn't feel right. 'W-Wait- wh-what are you doing...I-I'm sorry but I-I'm literally a hostage a-and you're a...you're a killer, a murderer, somebody I can't even trust and love. I am more than somebody to use' Jin stuttered in pure disgust when he finally remembered who Namjoon really was. He in fact was a man who knew how to make his victims obey the way he wanted but the thing he did with Jin was...it was way too diffeerent than anything else he ever did with a bitch. 'I-I thought that- you...maybe- that you liked it. I'm sorry' He had lowered his head while the wind blew him in the face when Jin passed by him and ran upstairs without exchanging a single word. On that cold night, Joon stood there for a long while after what Jin had told him. Somebody he can't even trust and love. 'Am I this cruel and selfish?' he asked himself out loud, looking up to the sky. Just as he was about to take out his phone a voice spoke up. 'You're not selfish but yeah- you are in fact cruel' It was Wonho. The only person who he could share his thoughts with. Master had raised them both like their child. The only difference between them was that Namjoon never had anybody in his life. Was left to the streets at the age of nine before a man took care of him. In a forest, in a small house where nobody could find them. He taught him how to properly hold a gun at the age of 15. The man visited him almost everyday, talking about new things and also about himself. After a time, the stranger had introduced Wonho to him. A boy who almost got killed on the streets and from that day on, they lived together. He told the kids that he even left his own wife for them and promised he would stay on their side forever. To this day, he did what he told them. What they didn't know about him was that he left his wife with a baby. Was he different from the mafia's parents?

Back to the moment, the boys sat down on the furniture in the luxury garden which was illuminated by some fancy lights. 'Bro no homo but...are you gay?' Wonho interrupted the silence with a smirk on his face. Namjoon in other hand panicked. 'The fuck n-no. What makes you think that!?' he asked with a serious tone but deep inside he knew it himself. 'I don't know...you never had a proper relationship with a girl since you used them for your own pleasure and when it comes to that cute boy: you act like somebody else next to him. Showing him your best side, taking care which even suprised me PLUS I caught y'all kissing for almost three times so gay or nah' Wonho chuckled at Joon's shocked face expression while he could tell that Namjoon was sure thinking of an excuse right now. 'no' he lied and he knew damn right how to tease his friend. 'Then you would help me to ask him out? I can even imagine our first night- me above his small figure...the way he moans my n-'