Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 14

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 4,676

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: :D Look, I did a thing! Thank you all for waiting patiently~ I’m literally posting this right before I leave for work, I was rushing to proof read it lol. Hopefully I didn’t miss too many mistakes :p

Black fabric mask secured over the lower half of his face, Jungkook waits tensely in a coffee shop half a block from his family’s penthouse. Its 2 minutes before noon, and his leg bounces nervously under the table, his coffee already gone cold.

Managing to get a whole of 3 hours of sleep the night prior, still too bothered with the thought of you potentially being in trouble to be able to get some shut eye, Jungkook had slipped out of the house early that morning, requesting his regular chauffeur to take him to campus a tad sooner than usual. The driver had complied, toting him half way across the city to the usual spot where Jungkook was dropped off and picked up. Jungkook then left as usual, walking towards his building, but this time he had no plan on going to class. As soon as the Jeon heir was far enough from the car which had dropped him off, he ducked into a building and watched through the old, clouded windows for the car to leave. It took a few seconds, his driver likely confused as to why Jungkook was going into that building when he usually didn’t, but luckily a car wanting to get by honked in slight anger, and the chauffer immediately placed the car in drive and coasted away as if nothing had happened.

Sighing thankfully to the impatient college driver who had honked, Jungkook waits in the building for a few long minutes. He wants to be perfectly sure that his car won’t circle back around to look for him, and when 5 minutes pass and there’s no sign of his chauffeur, Jungkook determines that he’s safe.

Nodding to himself, determination for what he now has to do settling in his gut, Jungkook shrugs his book bag off his shoulder, unzipping the main pouch. Today his normal folders and notebooks are nowhere to be found, replaced by a spare coat, hat, and a mask. Jungkook knows that his father has men stationed all over the city—maybe not on the lookout for him, since as far as they know nothing out of the ordinary is going on—but Jungkook won’t risk anything. It seems to him that his father is currently scheming with Taehyung against Namjoon, judging by the small amount of their conversation he had overheard last night, but Jungkook needs Namjoon by his side. He needs Namjoon’s friendship because right now Namjoon holds all the information Jungkook wants to know about you. And…more so…Namjoon truly isn’t too bad of a guy, in Jungkook’s eyes—better than his father, at least—and Jungkook doesn’t feel well knowing that his family is possibly working to…hurt Namjoon in some way.

So, changing his jacket, hiding his face behind a plain back mask, and tucking his hair beneath a dark blue hat, Jungkook had left the building he’d taken refuge in, walking back into the city. He didn’t want to risk a taxi or a bus, so he had braved the chilling winds and had walked the crowded streets of Seoul. After nearly 40 minutes he finally arrived at the café Namjoon had requested he wait at—the brief text containing the location arriving at just shy of 5am that morning.

And now here he is, Jeon Jungkook, eyes boring into the watch on his wrist, the second hand ticking past the 12 mark, officially meaning that it was noon. His leg continued to bounce with nervous energy, hand reaching into his pocket to check his cellphone, and as soon as the device is in his hand, it buzzes, a new text message lighting up the screen.


I’m stopped behind a bus at the light outside the coffee shop. Come now.

Reading the words with unsteady concentration, Jungkook quickly stands, bumping into the table as he reaches for his backpack and heads outside. Not bothering to correctly zip up his coat, the cold air immediately soaking into his skin, Jungkook glances both ways down the congested street, breaking into a jog when he spots the bus a little ways up the sidewalk, a black car with tinted windows momentarily stalled behind it.

As he approaches the car, his feet suddenly falter as he realizes that he’s currently putting himself in danger. He has no clue what’s going on right now—who he can trust and who might be hiding in the city ready to hurt him. As a Jeon he had been targeted before. Once or twice, but nothing serious. A kidnapping attempt here or there by people desperate to use him as ransom in return for monetary repayment from his father, but all attempts had been thwarted by family men—faint screams ringing in Jungkook’s ears, but he hadn’t put all the pieces together until he’d gotten a bit older.

Yet, despite the danger, Jungkook regains his stride, especially when the light in front of the bus turns green, the tinted car honking urgently. He can’t stall for much longer, and Jungkook rushes forward, pulling open the passenger door, grateful to see Namjoon occupying the driver seat.

“Christ kid, hurry it up,” Namjoon sighs as he steps on the gas, following behind the bus. Jungkook rolls his eyes, dropping his bag on the floor between his feet.

“You could have actually stopped somewhere to wait.”

“I could have, but everything feels risky nowadays,” Namjoon mumbles, eyes casting to the side. Jungkook can immediately tell how tired the older male is, dark bags hanging under his eyes, unkempt facial hair prickling his chin and upper lip.

“Hyung…,” Jungkook says, voice sympathetic yet serious. His eyes harden, heart steeling as he shifts to face Namjoon. “What’s going on? Please, you need to tell me…”

“The other day–,” Namjoon starts after a moment of hesitation, knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. “Y/N came over. I was trying to make things right after everything that had been happening. It went well, really well…,” he says with fondness, his defenses momentarily dropping, but as he continues recounting what had occurred Jungkook sees his body curl in on itself, anger staining his face.

“I got a call that morning from a client. Left Y/N to sleep because I figured I’d be right back…I asked Yoongi to check on her. He…,” Namjoon takes a moment to calm himself, throat tight, adam’s apple bobbing. “He got there and saw Y/N in Jimin’s car. Jimin somehow got into my apartment and took her. Yoongi gave chase, but…”

Stopped at another red light, Namjoon slams his fist on the dashboard, and Jungkook winces, heart sinking into his stomach.

“She’s gone?” the younger whispers, hands laying stiffly in his lap. Namjoon bites his lip, trying his best not to give into all the dark thoughts lurking in his mind.

“She is—but I’ve got people looking for her. We’re going to get her back, Kookie–,” reaching over, Namjoon places his hand on Jungkook’s knee and the younger startles, immediately batting Namjoon’s hand away, his eyes filled with rage. However, when Jungkook sees the hurt and pain on Namjoon’s face, that spark of anger dies, and he hunches over, pressing his palms to his face.

“I know this isn’t your fault, hyung…I’m sorry. I just—”

“You can blame me if it makes it easier,” Namjoon responds, dead eyes tracking the road. Jungkook shakes his head, taking a deep breath as he pushes any potential tears back into their sockets.

“I won’t blame you. I can tell that you’ve changed, Namjoon hyung. You care for Y/N, and I can tell this isn’t easy for you, so I’m sorry I reacted like that, I just…she’s my friend, you know?” Jungkook says quietly, loosely hugging his arms to his chest. “I don’t have many, and none else like her, considering father’s—”

“Right, your father,” Namjoon interrupts, suddenly remembering the reason he’d had to call Jungkook out in public to meet like this. Jungkook’s eyes widen as well, and the two males stare at each other, surprised.

“Right, right—my dad!” Jungkook recalls, eyes searching his lap as he tries to remember everything he had overheard the night before. “I—last night a guy named V showed up at our door. He told me to call him—”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls, swerving into a small parking lot and shifting the car into P. He can’t trust himself to continue driving calmly when he’s got all this shit on his mind—and Taehyung is not helping. Especially after he’d touched you…and now he’s apparently making ties with Jungkook’s father, which isn’t good…

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip with his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing. Last night he hadn’t been able to recall where he’d heard the name before, but pairing it with Namjoon’s reaction…

“Is that they guy who hurt Y/N? At the club?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon sighs, fingers coasting through his messy hair. Jungkook scowls.

“Right…now that I think about it, it makes sense. The guy was such a goddamn flirt—even with me—

“Taehyung is very…open,” Namjoon says cautiously, and then shakes his head, getting back to the situation at hand. “What did he say to your dad?”

“I went looking around last night because one of our maids broke a glass, and on my way back to my room I overheard my father and Taehyung talking. They…said something about…,” he furrows his eyebrows, trying to recall the faint words he’d managed to pick up on. “They mentioned a girl, your name, bait, and a ball next week. They–! They said something about another man, and how my father was glad he had trusted Taehyung’s friend, Jimin…”

“Oh, fuck,” Namjoon groans, palms dragging down his face. “Fuck–! I forgot that Taehyung and Jimin are friends, those little assholes—”

“…the person who took Y/N from your apartment—you…said his name was Jimin, right?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon grits, palms pressing into his straining eyes. “Yeah, it was Jimin. And if Taehyung got Jimin to do his dirty work and kidnap Y/N, and Taehyung is suddenly your dad’s best friend, then…”

The car falls silent, and Jungkook and Namjoon’s eyes meet.

If Taehyung and Jungkook’s father are working together against Namjoon, then—

Jungkook sees the flash of distrust that momentarily passes through Namjoon’s eyes, and while Namjoon and Jungkook have never truly been friends, the younger’s heart aches.

“Hyung—Namjoon hyung I promise I’m not against you, please,” Jungkook says, leaning over to rest his hand on Namjoon’s thigh. He can feel Namjoon’s muscles stiffen beneath him, but his face gives away nothing.

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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 13

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9] [Pt 10] [Pt 11] [Pt 12]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,794

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: It only took me four months to write this, you say? Whatttttttttt…..I’m sorry. Forgive me ❤️

Despite Yoongi’s failure in keeping you safe, he knows that he has to own up to it immediately. He has to let Namjoon know that you’re…gone.

“Fuck!” he screams, banging his fists against the steering wheel of his car. His knuckles are white with rage—frustration clouding his mind to no end. He should have been able to stop Jimin! How the fuck—how had this managed to happen–?!

Tap tap—“Yoongi?”

Startling out of his anger, Yoongi jumps and reaches for his gun, head whipping to the driver side window where the sound had just come from. However, the moment he sees that it’s Namjoon—an innocent, questioning look on his face—Yoongi’s heart drops into the bottom of the Marianas Trench.

Oh no.

“What’s up? Why are you just sitting in the parking garage? Did you check on Y/N?” Namjoon asks, voice dulled through the glass. He steps back away from the door to allow Yoongi some space to come out, but Yoongi doesn’t move—can’t. He’s failed at tasks before but this time—losing YOU, possibly the most meaningful person in Namjoon’s life as of present—the realization is completely inhibiting.

Fuck,” he hisses, hunching forward and pressing his palms into his face, frustrated at himself and the situation to no end. Outside the car, Namjoon frowns, hating the way that his heart has started to sink for some reason. Why is Yoongi acting like…like he majorly fucked up on a task? Namjoon has known Yoongi long enough to know that Yoongi only actually gets frustrated at himself when he messes something important up.

“…where’s Y/N?”

The mention of your name causes Yoongi’s jaw to tighten—veins popping out on his neck—and Namjoon immediately drops the bundle off food in his arms—the food he’d finally retrieved for you and him to share on his way home from his make-shift business meeting.

Like in the middle of a blizzard, Namjoon freezes, heart nearly stopping in his chest as he frantically begins to realize that Yoongi’s car isn’t in good shape. There’s bullet holes in the front windshield, an empty clip on the passenger seat next to his gun—

Nearly ripping the driver’s side door off the car, Namjoon fists his hand in Yoongi’s shirt and pulls him from his seat, lips snarled and anger the only emotion managing to prevail through his inner despair. Why does it feel like his entire world is falling apart?

“Yoongi I swear to fucking god–!”

“Not here, please,” Yoongi manages weakly, though when his hands move to pry Namjoon’s from his shirt, his grip is strong. Eyes dark with regret and apology—small cuts lining his cheek and hands from his shattered windshield—Yoongi pleads to his boss and friend.

“You know it’s not safe here. Let’s go upstairs.”

Namjoon knows that Yoongi is right, deep in his mind. But he can’t find the strength to let go. His knuckles turn white, jaw clenched so hard that his teeth hurt. At the moment he wants nothing more than to—to—

“Who took her?” he growls, voice low. “What happened?”

“I see you’re coming back slightly,” Yoongi comments, lowering Namjoon’s hands from around his collar when the younger’s grip loosens—the reality of the situation seemingly beginning to sink in. Reaching up, Yoongi grabs Namjoon around the shoulder and steers him towards the elevator, thumb subconsciously coasting over Namjoon’s shirt as a way of comfort. After all, they may be mafia members but that doesn’t mean they like to see their own guys get hurt. They have hearts—and if Yoongi cares for anyone in the world, its Namjoon.

“C’mon,” he quietly says, and the elevator doors shut behind them. The ride up is filled with tense silence, Yoongi’s arm dropping from around Namjoon. The younger begins to curl and uncurl his fingers, clearly trying to rally his rationality, but fuck—

When the elevator jolts to a stop Namjoon quickly shuffles out, hands shaking as he digs in his pocket for his keys. However, when he reaches his door he notices that it’s ajar, and his back stiffens.

“Did you ever come into the apartment?” Namjoon asks, tone eerily calm, and Yoongi shakes his head, already putting the pieces together—how Jimin got you to the parking garage and into his car…

“No, I…,” Yoongi is cut short by Namjoon’s raised hand, and without speaking anything the younger steps into his spacious apartment. He first notices that your shoes are gone, and then spots your shattered phone spread on the ground near the kitchen—his heart feeling entirely too similar to the destroyed glass, at the moment.

Following Namjoon in, Yoongi watches as Namjoon slowly traverses the familiar space—picking up on every little thing that had changed—every little thing that you had done as your attacker had likely assaulted you.

“Do you know who did this?” Namjoon finally speaks up solemnly, his broad back kept to Yoongi. The elder of the two immediately sighs, head hanging as he rests his elbows on the kitchen island.


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Draw the squad like Game Grumps (cause how can you not?)

Too hot, hot damn~ Make a dragon wanna retire man~  B)))))
Also please don’t use this sketch ty

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 9

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] | [Pt 10]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,458

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: YOU CAN ALL STOP ASKING ME ABOUT OH BABY NOW BECAUSE HERE’S THE 9TH PART :D Aish…sorry it took 2 months to write. I’ve just been really unmotivated to write this tbh. Once you stop it’s hard to get back into it. But I’ll try. So…hopefully you can just enjoy this for now.

The sound of seagulls cawing overhead is a telltale sign that Yoongi is close to his destination.

Foot heavy on the pedal, he slows as his car curves around the seaside road, the gates to a shipping yard straight ahead. Eyes narrowing wearily, Yoongi pushes his jacket out of the way and makes sure his gun is easily accessible. This shipping yard has been unstable for a while now—basically the prize in a dirty game of capture the flag. Ever since the rightful owner had been killed off a year back, every gang in the city—and even some corrupt individuals with need for an open port—have been fighting to lay claim to the territory. And, at the moment, Yoongi isn’t quite sure whose hands the shipping yard resides in.

If it’s in the hands of Suho’s gang, or Leeteuk’s gang…he’s fairly screwed.

Sighing, hoping that he won’t run into trouble, Yoongi approaches the closed gates, spotting someone leaning against the wall nearby. At hearing the car approach, the previously zoned out male looks up, hand immediately sneaking to sit on the gun tucked under his belt. Yoongi narrows his eyes as the male starts towards him, taking in his features. Black hair, dark eyes, and a few tattoo’s peeking out from beneath his loose tank top.

“Yah…Ravi?” Yoongi questions, rolling down his window slightly. At hearing his name the male pauses, tense face turning curious.

“Who…Suga?” the male questions, seeing a sliver of Yoongi’s face through the opened window, and immediately Yoongi lets out a sigh of relief. If N’s gang is here that means he’ll be fine.

“You changed your hair color,” Yoongi points out, rolling down the window all the way to smirk at the other 93-liner. “I didn’t recognize you.”

“Ah…the sky blue hair wasn’t really helping to keep me off the grid,” Ravi explains, tugging at a strand of the black hair on his head. “But it seems like you dyed your hair too, huh?”

Sighing, Yoongi glances upward towards his freshly bleached hair, frowning at it.

“I didn’t have a choice,” he says, and it’s true. He’d accidently run into Key—Onew’s resident diva—when he’d gone to Incheon the week before, and the elder had urged him to change his hair color after he’d gotten word that Yoongi had shot at Eric’s men when they’d run into either other at the docks. Key had then shoved him into a chair and grinned happily as he poured bleach onto Yoongi’s previously shiny black hair.

“Well, maybe it’s for the better,” Ravi shrugs. “You’ve had black hair since I’ve known you. And the blond doesn’t look too bad.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi responds sarcastically, and Ravi rolls his eyes.

“You’re here for a shipment, right? We’re sharing the grounds with JB’s group right now, so you should be good. Namjoon has ties with Jackson, right?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi nods, eyebrows furrowing. “You’re sharing it?”

“We all get along, and none of us would have been able to kick Taeyeon’s chicks out alone…”

Yoongi nearly chokes. “You…you had to team up to kick out a group of girls?!”

“Hey! Those bitches don’t fuck around, man!”

Yoongi snorts and taps at the gas pedal, startling Ravi. “Whatever. I’m heading to dock 3.”

“I’ll radio it in so you don’t get sniped,” Ravi responds with a roll of his eyes, tapping Yoongi’s hood, and once he steps away Yoongi revs the gas and travels farther into the shipping yard. As he drives across the smooth pavement, a tiny red dot appears briefly on his jacket sleeve, and Yoongi narrows his eyes, tracing the invisible line back towards one of the warehouse roofs. Luckily, just as he’s about to ready his gun, the dot on his sleeve disappears and there’s a yell from the rooftop.

“Sorry, hyung!” a smooth voice rings out, and Yoongi spots Jinyoung’s head pop up on the roof of the second warehouse. “Ravi hyung just called me!”

Assuring him he’s fine with a wave of his hand, Yoongi continues on his way and slows to a stop when he finally reaches the third dock. There’s no ship present. However, he can see a small package shoved into one of the nooks under the dock.

Sighing, Yoongi steps out his vehicle and goes to fetch it, the bright sun straining his eyes. He always hates bright and sunny days like this one.

Snatching the heavy packet up, Yoongi peeks inside and makes sure the order and amount is correct before he turns and heads back to his car. With everything in check, that means he can head back to Namjoon today and update him on everything that’s been going on. So, schedule in mind, Yoongi starts his car and circles back towards the entrance. However, just as he nearing the gates he spots Ravi and another tall kid, and the two wave him over.

“What?” he asks, eyebrow raised tiredly, and the newly appeared boy with pink hair leans over. Yoongi looks him over for a brief second before he realizes that JB’s maknae has grown up quite a lot.

“What’s up with Namjoon’s new girl?”

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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 11

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9] [Pt 10] [Pt 11] [Pt 12]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,286

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: Wow, I actually wrote a chapter kinda fast :o amazing. ANYWAY–enjoy!! :D and feedback is always appreciated~ <3

Namjoon’s heart grinds to a stop the minute the door to the shop bursts open—gunshots sounding and ricocheting through the room. Each pull of the trigger is accompanied by a blood-curdling scream and the terrifying gurgle of blood filling lungs. And Namjoon can do nothing but watch it happen—young and scrawny and terrified.

Get the fuck down—are you retarded?!” one of the men shouts, the barrel of a revolver suddenly thrust into Namjoon’s face, and without another second of hesitation Namjoon places his hands behind his head and drops to his knees. The man laughs at his apparent fear, and despite the fact that Namjoon is completely defenseless—hits the butt of his gun on Namjoon’s head.

Namjoon goes down immediately, sprawled on the cold tile and wincing in pain as blood drips down his face and stains the floor. In the back of the shop he can hear more screaming—more gunshots.

Why is this all happening?

Laughing again, a polished shoe makes contact with his ribs, and Namjoon coughs up blood. Another blow—


More screaming.


Please stop!


Eyes flying open, Namjoon jumps into action and rolls over—grabbing the person shaking him and pinning them to the mattress, his hand tight around their airway. In the darkness of the room it takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, and when he sees your concerned, terrified face staring back at him—he releases you immediately and rears back as if he has touched fire—shameful at his actions.

“I…are you ok??” you ask, getting over his sudden defensive actions and sitting up to grab at him. You rub your hand lightly over his cheek, and he flinches but doesn’t pull away—his eyes cast to the wall.

“You were having a nightmare…,” you explain gently, your shirtless body your last concern as the cold air of the room causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. Namjoon’s rapid breathing had been what had woken you, and after seeing the sweat on his forehead and the pained look on his face, you’d decided to wake him up. And clearly you were right in thinking that he’d been having a nightmare judging by how he’d instinctively grabbed you.

“I…I’m sorry,” he breathes, still clearly on edge as he runs a hand through his hair. He scoots off the bed and traces a hand over his chest, checking for any cuts or bruises just to make sure. He hates when those dreams feel so damn real…

“No—no, you don’t need to be sorry,” you assure him, scooting to the edge of the bed and watching him as he paces around, body wide awake and his eyes locked on the floor. “I’m just worried…”

“I’m ok,” he assures you, sighing. “I just have a reoccurring dream that needs to fuck off…”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“I…shit…first I need a shower,” Namjoon responds unhappily at noticing just how much sweat is on his face and body. It’s embarrassing that this had happened in front of you.

“Alright, you do what you have to do,” you respond, sending him a small, reassuring smile when he glances at you. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

Staring at you, Namjoon feels his heart finally start to calm down.

“Thank you.”

Namjoon returns to his bedroom half an hour later, a damp towel thrown around his neck and his hair messy atop his head. The room is lighter than when he left—illuminated by a small bedside lamp which you had turned on in his absence. You’re lying under the covers still, back facing towards him, but judging by the rate at which your chest is rising and falling, you’re awake.

Sighing, Namjoon rubs his hair a few more times with the towel around his neck before tossing it into the nearby clothes bin and making his way to you. He slips under the covers and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him until his head is nuzzled between your shoulder blades.

“I wasn’t born into the mafia life,” he begins quietly, his warm breath fanning against your skin and his thumb stroking soothingly over your stomach. “I was a normal kid. Went to school, got good grades, had a pretty normal family.

“After high school was over I decided that I’d go to a university, because I had nothing better to do. I got a part time job as an assistant at a small business firm, and basically just filed papers for them for 20 hours a week,” he laughs at the memory. “I hated that job a lot.”

Smiling smally at hearing his laughter, you reach your hand up and place it a top his, attempting to comfort him—because while he may be laughing at the moment, you have a bad feeling that this story isn’t being told just to make you smile.

“A few weeks into working there, I heard some shit from the other works. People were kinda freaked, and from all the whispering I heard I picked up on the fact that that business owner made deals with some guys connected to the mafia—and had fucked up those deals. Everyone was scared that someone would come and attack the business, but the managers assured us that everything we were hearing was rumors—that the mafia was small, and something of the movies.”

Namjoon laughs again, but this time it’s bitter.

“Too bad the ‘mafia’ is basically anyone who does illegal shit and works underground—and when you live in the daylight, you don’t concern yourself with what goes on when you’re tucked in bed at night. That’s why none of us knew how serious crossing the mafia actually was—not until they barged in the front doors one evening and started killing everyone.”

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