You and Jin together are a good combo.

Out of all the men in the group known as Bangtan, you seem to coexist with him much easier than the others.

He isn't willful and dry like Yoongi, or commanding and cool like Namjoon.

His eyes don't sparkle with the mischief that Jimin's do, and he doesn't bounce off the walls with youthful energy like Taehyung.

His aura doesn't scream bright happiness and positive enthusiasm like Hoseok.

He doesn't look at you with burning fire in his eyes like Jungkook.

He's just Jin - cool but energetic, sweet but realistic. Comforting, empathetic, and cooperative.

He doesn't press, and you appreciate that.

As soon as the other men disappear from the driveway in a subtle black SUV, Jin claps his hands together, his large chocolate eyes smiling at you from their perch above the elegant slope of his nose bridge.

"Alright, Y/N," he says. "They're gone. You're free. Now is your opportunity to be happy and have fun."

A laugh slips out before you can stop it; not that you'd want to.

Jin's silly grin makes you feel like you can say anything you want without consequence. The carefree mood of his voice and body language are almost at odds with the double lip rings and the ink swirling its way across his skin.

Sometimes you forget that these men are the most dangerous ones of all.

Jin hops into the living room on light feet, stopping excitedly in front of the television. It's small, barely noticeable in the room, and rests on a tiny entertainment center with drawers for storage underneath.

The brunette pulls open a drawer and sticks his hand infused, digging around for a moment with his face creased in concentration. Moments later, he emerges victorious with a Wii controller clutched in his hand and a serious look on his face.

"How much do you Mario Kart?" asks the cold-hearted assassin, his eyebrow ring glinting in the light.

Without a beat, you respond, "Enough to know that Yoshi's gonna kick your butt."

Jin gifts you win a pearly grin that hides the ferocity of a tiger. "Not when my main hoe Princess Peach is on the course, sweetie pie. That's a real woman right there."

You choke on your laughter, but take the remote from his fingers - without knowing that agreeing to play video games with Jin is actually a multi-hour commitment.

You and he play game and game again to pass the time, giggling like children as you cheat and push and do anything to win whatever you're playing. You shove his precious blonde baby off of a cliff, and he retaliates with a giant speeding bullet to blow your cute little green character off of the face of the Mario Bros universe.

There's a friendly comfort between you and, for the first time in a while, you let yourself relax.

You feel normal.

You aren't running, you aren't hiding, you aren't questioning emotions coming to light.

You're just...here. Playing. Laughing.

Having fun.

Your shoulders are relaxed, there's no sign of a frown on your face, and you don't feel the incessant need to watch the door, waiting for a bevy of armed men to come bursting through in order to take you.

It's been a while since you felt like this.

You guess you needed it more than you realized.

After several hours, when the morning sun has faded in color and placement to late afternoon, the rumble of hunger in your stomach tears you away from the television screen.

Jin insists on making you dinner, a quick stir-fry of some vegetables and other things in the fridge. As he pulls things out of the chilly icebox, he pats the kitchen counter with one hand.

"Come sit with me." His head peeps out of the fridge, eyres narrowed in a knowing look, as if he's expecting something from you.

"What is it?" Hopping up onto the counter, you swing your feet back and forth with childlike contentment, watching a little smile creep up Jin's beautiful face to match the knowing slant of his eyes.

Slapping down an onion on the counter next to you, he says in a voice saturate with amusement, "I know you have questions. You always do, so go on. Let me have it."

Biting your lip, you squint at Jin.

Hoseok may have heightened intuition at a crazy level, but Jin has his own specialty; he can read people like an open book.

"Fine," you admit, not even trying to hide the curiosity biting at you. "Tell me how Wooseok and Mina are connected to you."

He opens his mouth, but you quickly slip in again with, "And I'm not talking about them being customers at the tattoo shop."

Obviously it's more than that.

Jin grins, wagging his finger at you as he pulls a carton of eggs from the fridge, balancing them in one hand as he kicks the door closed. "You know what, Song Y/N? You're smarter than we give you credit for, starting with the easy questions. I bet by the end of this, you're gonna have all the details of the inner workings of every job we've done."

He laughs, but you just stare at him.

There's your proof that they all think you're a massive idiot.

But should you be surprised? You've done more than a small amount of stupid things since being in their presence.

So, shrugging, you accept your stupidity and listen as Jin keeps talking.

"You know, of course, that Mina is a regular customer at BB's. Jungkook is her favorite." He shivers, and you can just imagine all the horror stories those boys have from years of a hungry Mina on the prowl.

Even though she ended up being a decent person in the end (until she stabbed you in he back) you can't shake the memory of her shoving her chest up at Jungkook as he attempted to give her a tattoo.

"Anyways, besides that, we met them when they were younger. They're orphans, you know." Sadness leaks from every plane of Jin's voice, his eyes sympathetic. "They've had a hard life."

It seems more and more like there's no one here who hasn't had a hard life.

It's crazy to think that you used to be one of the people who never gave a thought to how the rest of the world struggles though life. You were high above everyone, trapped in a gilded cage but in comfort nonetheless, totally unaware of anybody but yourself and those surrounding you.

Now, here you are, at the center of torn families and torn hearts, fears and trauma and all the kinds of darkness humanity has to offer.

Even if you had the chance to return to your old life, you never could, not now. Not after discovering the world in its true form, behind the facade of the upper-crust of society.

Besides, you have those things too; a torn family and fears and trauma.

Don't you, in all reality, belong here?

"Wooseok was struggling trying to support the two of them," Jin continues quietly. The soft sound of his knife cutting vegetables on the counter is almost overpowering against the muted sound of his voice. "He started taking a turn into a bad place. Mina would come to get a tattoo, and Wooseok would come with her for less savory purposes. He got into drug dealing, just trying to earn some cash to keep food on the table."

Thinking of the giant, gentle man with his face covered in a black hoodie, eyes shaded and cautious as he tries desperately to keep his sister well makes your heart burn with compassion.

"We caught him in time though. Gave him some jobs to do that would keep him out of trouble for the most part. They're good people." Jin pulls out a pan and sets it on the stove, slowly turning the burner on. He glances at you out of the corner of his beautiful eyes. "We didn't want them getting caught up in the life we'd all been living."

That's why Wooseok recognized your tattoo and called the men the night you stayed with them.

You can't imagine what he thought when he saw that claiming mark on your skin, with your back torn to shreds.

Maybe he even thought he was keeping you safe by calling them. Maybe he thought he was helping you, since the men he had come to know weren't the kind of people who would harm you.

Or maybe he didn't.

You'd like to imagine that since he was saved from a life selling drugs and skipping out of jail cells by the men that you were clearly running from, he was torn between his sense of loyalty to the Bangtan Boys, and his sympathy for someone in need.

It appears that loyalty wins out over sympathy more often than not.

"We've been helping out and keeping an eye on them ever since," says Jin. He pokes at the ingredients that are slowly browning in the pan, emanating a delicious smell that makes your stomach rumble in hunger. "They aren't part of our group, but Wooseok helps out - sort of like an errand boy for us. Mina doesn't know anything."

Ah. So that must mean that Mina had no part in turning you back in.

That, at least, makes your chest feel a little lighter.

Now that you understand that part, you run through a quick playback of all the events from the past few weeks, piecing them together.

"So let's review," you muse, watching Jin's impressive skill with the frying pan as you run over events in your mind. "Someone hired a hitman to come kill me, whom you killed because my father hired you to. He also hired you to bring me back to him, which you refused to do; at first because you thought I was bringing back information on you, and then because you decided to keep me."

"So far, that's correct," Jin mumbles, concentrating hard on not burning the food.

You go on. "Yoongi used to be a mob boss in Daegu, but he's not in charge. Hoseok is basically a wizard, but he's not in charge either. You're the oldest, but that's the only reason people listen to you, so you're not in charge. Taehyung can't hold a gun, Jimin's crazy, and Jungkook is aggressive and a tad bit impulsive. That only leaves one person."

Eyeing the non-reacting man as he maneuvers a wooden spoon around the pan, you think back to all the times when every man in the group subjected themselves to the will and direction of one man. "Namjoon is your leader, right? He's your Boss."

Jin inclines his head, chestnut hair tumbling gracefully across his forehead. "Through your thrillingly accurate process of elimination, you're right. Namjoon is the founder and leader of the Bangtan Boys."

You wait for more.

Jin must feel if in you; the burning curiosity, the pounding questions of how and why and when that are eating you alive from the inside out.

However, seemingly oblivious, he says not another word as he finishes preparing the stir fry, sliding it onto two plates.

"Come on, Jin," you whine like a disgruntled child. "Tell me. Tell me how the Bangtan Boys came to be. You can't bait me like this and then leave me without answers!"

The ceramic is the plates think down against the kitchen table, and Jin sets his hands on his hips.

"I know," he says, softly. "It's a long story. I'll tell it to you, but it's a long story. Come sit and eat, and listen."

His words beckon you like a loyal disciple to a seasoned teacher, drawing you to sit at the table and shovel a bit of food into your mouth as you wait for him to speak.

Sitting down across from you, Jin splays his finger on the table, eyes closing as he delves into long-ago memories. And when he speaks, his voice holds all the fragile strength of a man twice his age.

"One upon a time, there was a boy named Kim Namjoon. And he hated his life."

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Sorry for the wait guys!
I actually moved back to my school in Florida, so I've been a tiny bit busy the past couple of weeks 😅

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