Namjoon's been playing hard to get since he came back three months ago and Seokjin was tired of it.

How much longer did he have to wait?

The raven head sighed, taking a swig of alcohol from the bottle he brought earlier. He carelessly sat the glass container on the concrete, laying on the rooftop with his jacket under him and the stars above.

He was probably only showing his impatience because of the unexpected news he got today.

Sangook Oh, the man that started and ran the Dagger mafia even before Seokjin's birth, had died the previous night from a heart attack.

Happy should've been the appropriate emotion to feel the moment he received the news from Jungkook but oddly enough, he felt somewhat numb.

"Sorry to ruin your fun but I already claimed this spot, boss-o." A voice said from the roof entrance. Seokjin didn't even have to look at the owner. Only one person called him that.

"Get yuh own buildin' bef'uh you start claimin' roofs, dimples." The mafia boss tittered, looking above his head and seeing a pair of black boots walk toward him.

Namjoon chuckled while seating himself beside the older male, arms propped up on his legs and a cigarette dangling between his fingers.

"I thought I told you tuh stop smokin'."

"Which is exactly why I'm doing it." The brunet smirked, puffing smoke in the older's direction. Seokin rolled his eyes, taking another drink from his bottle while the younger smiled. "I'm kidding. I did stop but I do it once in a while when I've got things in my mind."

The raven head only hummed, confusing Namjoon. He would usually keep arguing about the matter and letting it go so easily was not a normal thing for him to do.

"You're not arguing with me." He stated the obvious, searching for anything that seemed off in the mafia boss's facial expression.

"Shouldn't dat be a good thin'?" Seokin scoffed playfully though his eyes lazy focused on a twinkling star.

"Not with you, it's not. Is this about Sangook Oh's death? Heard about it from Taehyung."

The older sighed, closing his eyes. A stubborn tear left his orbs.

"Jinie, are you crying?" Namjoon's tone suddenly softened, completely surprised by the sight in front of him.

"No, no." Seokjin laughed sadly. "Jus' been overwelmed lately. Not really used tuh acknowledgin' my own feelin's but I made a promise tuh you n' I've kept it. Though I wish I knew emotions could thin out someone's patience."

"What's wrong?"

The mafia boss drowsily opened his eyes, tilting his head to the side to look at the beautiful male next to him. No, he wasn't drunk— he wasn't a lightweight like Namjoon— but life had just been tougher than usual on him lately.

"When I was a kid, little Jin wanted tuh be a chef." The raven head smiled to himself, recalling his ridiculous dream as a child. "Dat was bef'uh I was aware of da mafia dat my fath'uh ran. Once my parent's wuh murd'uhed, choppin' vegetables n' seasonin' meat suddenly didn't sound as satisfyin' as spillin' blood n' killin' whoev'uh took my loved ones away from me.

"I've spent a portion of my life fueled with revenge. I wanted Sangook tuh die in my hands but dat bastard took da easi'uh way out. Spent all dat time buildin' Dire up fuh nothin'."

"Look at the bright side," Namjoon started. "The Dire mafia is officially the strongest mafia in the country now that those Dagger scums have no leader nor heir."

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Song: The City by Grace VanderWaal

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"Feels like I cheated da system." The other tsked, already half way with his bottle and cursing himself for his high alcohol tolerance. He wanted to get drunk and forget all his problems even just for a night.

"You still worked hard for it, Jinie."

"God, don't call me dat. It does somethin' tuh me." Seokjin groaned, swinging his drink in the air. The younger raised a brow, slightly amused. "Aft'uh I split runnin' da mafia with Jeon, I've had more time in my hands tuh think 'bout everythin'. I realized dat I nev'uh really know how much long'uh I have left tuh get what I want."

"What are you on about?" Namjoon questioned, laying next to the older but not forgetting to leave a safe space between them.

"I don't know when it's time fuh me tuh die, dimples. I'm a mafia boss, I've got enemies dat are aft'uh me. I'm always cautious but you nev'uh know when I'll slip up n' get myself killed."

The younger snickered, bringing the cigarette near his lips. "And what do you want that's got you so worked up about death?"

"You." Seokjin responded without hesitation, voice barely a whisper in the night's breeze.

"Seriously, Seokjin?" Namjon questioned incredulously. "If this is about sleeping with me again-"

"I've nev'uh once brought up sex between us since you came back, Namjoon." The mafia boss cut him off, sitting up to look down at the surprised male. "I've done nothin' but show you how genuine my feelin's are fuh you. But how am I supposed tuh prove myself if you keep bringin' up our past? I get it, I fucked up n' I regret it every single day but I've been so exhausted."

His teary and red orbs wouldn't break eye contact with the brunet's. "I'm exhausted of havin' dat constant remind'uh dat 'cause I made da biggest mistake of my life, I might nev'uh get da opportunity tuh hold you in my arms again. Da thought of not gettin' anoth'uh chance tuh carry you home aft'uh you've drank too much hurts. Nine months ago was da happiest dat I've ev'uh been. Wakin' up with my arms wrapped around you was da best thin' I've experienced. I nev'uh thought I'd voluntarily wake up early jus' tuh make someone breakfast n' stay up all night jus' tuh keep someone company. But I did n' I'd continue doin' it everyday as long as it's fuh you, dimples."

Too caught up in pouring his feelings out, Seokjin didn't notice da goofy grin plastered on Namjoon's face.

"I jus' want tuh be able tuh cawll you mine." The mafia boss defeatedly admitted, looking physically and emotionally drained. "But... if you've already gotten ov'uh yuh feelin's fuh me, den I completely understand —"

He was cut off with a chaste kiss.

Namjoon pulled away just as quickly as he connected their lips, smiling widely at the stunned expression on the raven head.

"It could jus' be da alcohol but I think you jus' kissed me." Seokjin squinted his eyes, still trying to process what the hell just happened.

The younger only laughed, pulling the male down by his collar with his free hand. The mafia boss hovered over the brunet, connecting their lips once again. Despite their position, the kiss felt no where near sexual. For the first time... Namjoon knew what it felt like to be kissed out of love.

"W-wait." The mafia boss pulled away once he realized what they were doing. The younger widened his eyes like a puppy being deprived of attention. "I-I can't do this if we're not together. I don't want you to think I'm only using you, babe."

"Jin." Namjoon called out, lifting the older's chin up to meet his gaze. "I've been yours since day one and now that I know you're mine too, I have no reason to doubt you."

Seokjin's heart rate increased, never having felt like this before.

"Fuck, I don't deserve you but I love you." The raven head breathed out, leaning down to capture the younger's lips once again. Namjoon mumbled the same three words in between kisses, both males grinning to themselves.

The older pulled back with a smirk, holding up the cigarette that was originally between the other's fingers. "You ain't need dis when I'm around, got it?" He placed the stick between his own lips, Namjoon nodding in awe before snuggling his body next to Seokjin's.

For the rest of the night, the two lovers laid on the rooftop, watching the cigarette's smoke dancing with elegant streaks around the shining stars.

Beauty is possible after toxicity after all.

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So... moonkitten_hl pretty much guessed the rest of the ending before I even published the last two chapters so kudos to you sweetie 💕

By the way, you guys probably forgot about these paragraphs but I specifically wrote them to foreshadow and I just thought it was kind've sneaky and well done in my part :)

This paragraph was in chapter XI (11):
(The chapter after their first hooked up)

Then this was in chapter XXV (25):
(The chapter where Namjoon left to travel alone)

And finally, this is from the end of the epilogue:

The description of the cigarette's smoke had a hidden meaning to them.

Fine details are what I live for ;)

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ALL THE LOVE 💜

Expect more books in the future!