powerboys | Don’t wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours

"Okay." Jin showed how okay he was with that by not letting to of Namjoon and continuing to hide against him. He didn't want the rest of the world to exist, he didn't want to move again, all of those cuts would hurt more, the burns from the electricity, everything, and Namjoon wouldn't be right there. Not for him to touch. He didn't want to let go and so for entirely too long, he didn't.

Until he finally, slowly, pulled away, wrapping his arms around himself instead. He really was pathetic, wasn't he? Not at all the kind of boyfriend a gangster needed. Just the kind of boyfriend that got carried and was scared. Damn, he was so scared.

"I can't do it, Joonie. I can't!" What exactly he couldn't do was open for interpretation, since he'd gone back to his method of closing his eyes and pretending this wasn't happening.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's fine. It's okay. We're in no rush to do anything, we got this. It's all good, yeah? Breath." He tried to keep Jin calm and shook his head when the guard tried to help him with Jin. Being carried was probably not a good option right now. "How about we walk together? We're right by the front so we just need the lift. No one is going to see you, I promise. This place is dead at this time."

He leaned their foreheads together, not sure what he couldn't do exactly but he didn't want to get too wrapped up in that. He just wanted to get Jin somewhere safe and warm where his clothes were.

"Can you walk with me? Just me. No one else." He pulled Jin back into a hold, knowing he probably wanted it. "No rush, whenever you're ready. We got all night."

Jin wasn't sure whether that had been what he couldn't do, but he felt a little more at ease, knowing that a stranger wasn't about to touch him. He tried to breathe calmly, but the shaking didn't stop and maybe he was cold? He wasn't sure. But he did finally move out of the car, making sure Namjoon was by his side. His body hurt, his legs were far from steady, but he did what he could to walk upright and not stumble.

He didn't do a very good job, but hopefully there really wasn't anyone to see him.

Yeah, no, this wasn't working. He got out and came in front of Jun, bending down slightly and using Jin's dazed state to order him around a little. "Arms over my shoulder and hang on. Okay? Good. Tighter. Now ... link your legs through my arms. I'm piggybacking you up there. I haven't done this in years."

Well, he didn't know how else to get him up there and he didn't want anyone else to touch him. Once Jin had followed his instructions, Namjoon adjusted him and moved forward, hurrying inside and hitting the button for the lift. "Four stops on this and we're there. There's guards all over this place, Jinnie, no one is getting near you. Trust me. It's ridiculous right now." What with Jimin and all.

"I know, I know." It was always ridiculous, but right now it seemed very sensible. As did Min Yoongi always having guards around. "You need to get guards."

He didn't want anyone to hurt Namjoon. There was a reason he had only ever been told the bare bones of when Namjoon had been kidnapped, given it had been before they started dating, but right now he saw danger everywhere and, so he thought, for good reason. He needed Namjoon to be safe, he needed himself to be safe, he needed everything to be safe.

"I have them but they usually work other jobs. Right now, they're downstairs." Because Jin did not react well to them and he didn't want to scare them. He carried his boyfriend into the lift and hit the forth floor bottom, idly listening to the music as they went up. God, this should really be taken out by now, just didn't ever fit the mood.

Once they were up, Namjoon waited for the lift to open and then peered out. Shit. Guards. "Everyone turn your backs for a moment."

"Mr Kim, wh--"

"Just do it." Namjoon used his scary gangster voice to make every man in the hall turn around so they couldn't see Jin. He hurried ahead and unlocked the door. "When the doctor comes, knock. Don't just let him in." And with that, Namjoon let them in and shut the door behind them.

"Don't sound like that." Jin knew that he was giving Namjoon mixed signals between telling him to have guards and then telling him to not talk like a scary gangster, when he clearly was one, but he resigned himself to just not making a lot of sense right now. He didn't know what he wanted, he just knew he wanted this to be over, he wanted to stop shaking, stop being so scared.

"What happened to the men that took me? Are they all shot?" He had not been aware of anything happening by then, just the sound of gunfire everywhere.

"They probably are. I don't know. I was too focused on you. Yoongi handles that side of things." Slowly carrying Jin over to the couch, he helped him slide off and onto there, grabbing a throw from the back of the sofa and wrapping it around Jin. For all his whining about how dumb throws were, it suddenly came in handy. "Jin, please stop worrying about this stuff, okay? Just breath. We're safe now and it won't be a problem again."

He wrapped his arms around Jin and pulled him in close, trying to comfort him. "I won't be scary around you. Promise."

"You need to be scary. You are a gangster. Do you cut people too?"

Jin tried to feel his skin to judge whether he was cold or just scared, but it was inconclusive. His hands were definitely cold. He tried moving them, lifting the throw to look down himself. There was so much blood and his vision got blurry, it took him a moment to catch on to the fact that he was crying. There were tears, finally, and he was soon sobbing against Namjoon.

"I don't like violence. Believe it or not. I know right now, you won't understand but I don't hurt people if I can avoid it." He pulled Jin in close, not sure what he could do. He supposed there was little he could do. "You're so cold, Jin. You're in shock. We'll get you warn and lie you down. Do you want a bath? Should I draw a bath? Shit. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry."

He wanted to be more in control but Jin was crying against him and he didn't know what to do. "The doctor will be here soon, he'll sort you out. It's going to be okay." He was going to fucking kill Cheon for this.

"I need pants. Underwear. Please." Jin didn't want Namjoon to leave him even for that, but he also didn't want to be naked any more. "He touched me! Joonie, please!" No, he wasn't sure what he was pleading for, because he knew that Namjoon couldn't undo what had happened, but underwear. He could do that.

He wished he could be composed, but instead he could barely even make himself let go of Namjoon so he could get him something to wear.

"Okay, I'm on it. I'll get it, just -- Jin, you have to let go of me." Oh boy. Namjoon hated this so much. He gently pried Jin off him, wrapping the blanket tight around him. "Hey, it's going to be fine. I'll never touch you again. Or anyone. Keep the blanket around you, hold the edges." He used his hands to manually make Jin hold it tight, getting up to swiftly grab some clothes.

He pulled out some boxers and jogging pants, not caring who they belonged to, yanking a shirt off the side too. He came back in as quickly as he could. "See, pants, underwear... this shirt is used. And it's mine. Your shoulders ain't gonna fit in this. Okay, lemme get another shirt."

Jin moved as quickly as he could to put on the clothes, even if he felt several wounds rip open and start bleeding again. Whatever, none of them were deep anyway. He waited to be brought a shirt that wasn't made for Namjoon's body, putting that on as well, only to immediately go back to hiding under the throw, pulling Namjoon back down with him. Whatever. He needed comfort, he was going to take it.

"...did he know that I'm yours?"

Had that been it?

"I don't think so. I think he took you because you were pretty and scared. That's his type. Men he can break and abuse." Namjoon sighed and reached out, pulling the throw back and using his old shirt to try and keep one of his wounds together. The less he bled, the better for all of their states of mine.

"He attacked that place because he knows I have special interests but I keep us a secret. If he knew... I don't know, I'm just really sorry." He fucked up so bad. He should have protected Jin and look what happened. What could have happened.

"Is it safer to be official?" Jin didn't know. He had tried very hard to only know the bare bones of the business and now he felt as if he had catching up to do, because he was dating a gangster. Whether he liked it or not - and right now it was a definite not - this was part of his life. This could happen. This could happen again.

He closed his eyes and tried to breathe calmly and ended up whimpering instead. Damn it. "I'm sorry. I'm not made for this, I can't."

"Hey, come on, you don't have to do anything. I wouldn't hold it against you if you never wanted to see me again, as long as you're happy. I care about that only." He linked his fingers with Jin's and smiled sadly, prepared to do whatever he had to just to make Jin okay. Even if he had to give up love. "Now it's a good time to think about this stuff, we'll handle it after you'd seen the doctor and slept, yeah? You don't have to date a gangster."

He reached his hand up and gently stroked Jin's hair. "Please don't worry now. We'll work it out, we'll find a way around everything."

"I only want to see you." Especially right now. "I love you. Don't say stupid things!" Jin couldn't even consider breaking up with Namjoon, he knew they were made for each other, he knew that no one else was worthy of his love and he shivered as he tightened his grip around Namjoon, silently leaning against him until he felt his heart-rate slowing down at long last.

"...someone needs to call the people that made reservations at the restaurant."

"I'm sure they'll work it out but fine, I'll text Kang right now and let him know." He even pulled out his phone and typed it in, hearing the door knock and getting up to let the doctor in. He looked Jin over while Namjoon stayed close, holding his hand and trying to be there for him. In the end, he drugged Jin and they put him to bed, it just seemed like the easiest move.

Namjoon just tried his best not to break down.

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