"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.
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"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.
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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."
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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."
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"...someone needs to call the people that made reservations at the restaurant."
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Namjoon just tried his best not to break down.