"T-they're not gonna want me back, Jackson." Jin heard Namjoon cry from the other side of the door.

He sighed and walked away.

Did he have a valid reason to why he kept the younger?

Yes, so he wouldn't tattletale. And no, Jin was not just using that as an excuse even though he knew Jackson was Namjoon's only friend... not that he hacked into the younger's files and social media or anything. Of course not.

Did he feel a little guilty after hearing the college student cry?

Maybe.

Did he maybe find the guy attractive and kept him on impulse?

You ask too many questions.

He turned the corner and was met with his redheaded brother leaning against the wall with a shit eating grin.

"What do you want now?" Jin rolled his eyes, not even bothered to stop and continued walking toward his office. Taehyung quickly caught up with him and pushed the door open for the both of them.

"You wuh eavesdroppin' on Jackson and Namjoon's conversation." He pointed out, throwing himself on the leather couch.

"I was checkin' to see if I could trust him." The older lied, seating himself behind the big desk.

"Please. He's too soft and innocent tuh do anythin' bad." Taehyung sat up and walked in front of the desk, propping his elbows on the wooden surface.

Jin took out a handful of papers from a manila folder and started reading through them. "Yet you still kidnapped him thinkin' he's part of a gang?" He retorted, not bothering to look at his younger brother.

"He coulda been good at actin'." The redhead mumbled, crossing his arms. No one would really suspect Taehyung Kim to be part of the second biggest mafia in the country especially when he sported such a child-like nature. Heck, Jin was even hesitant to bring him into it considering he's the only close family he had left after their parents were killed by the Dagger mafia. But the younger insisted and his brother couldn't deny that he was pretty good with handling that kind of lifestyle.

"Don't you have a certain Jeon's dick tuh suck?" Jin questioned, causing the other's face to redden.

"Fine, but I'll be back to annoy ya'." Taehyung huffed and walked out of the office, leaving the mafia boss to do his work.

"I'm back." The redhead announced from the hallway less than an hour later. He skipped through the room and flopped himself back on the couch.

"I thought I told you tuh go annoy yuh little boyfriend." Jin sighed, placing his papers back down on the desk.

"No, you told me tuh suck his dick which I did." Taehyung corrected (way too proudly if Jin may add).

The older scrunched his nose in disgust. "I didn't needa fuckin' know dat, Tae."

He only shrugged, laying upside down on the couch with his head hanging on the edge and his legs dangling over the back.

"So why didn't you kill Namjoon?" Taehyung questioned knowingly.

"Would you rath'uh me have done so?" Jin swerved his swivel chair back to place the files in a drawer before crossing his arms in front of the table in a challenging way.

"No! Namjoon's too precious tuh kill!" The younger whined, kicking his feet in the air.

"And how would you know? You didn't even know who he was until you kidnapped him."

"Stop bringin' dat up! Technically Jungkook kidnapped him not me. I was jus' bein' a supportive boyfriend." He sat up straight again, propping his elbow on the arm rest. Jin hated how hyperactive his little brother was, especially when he couldn't stay still and Jin would have to kick him out because his movement was too much of a distraction.

"And look where bein' a supportive boyfriend got you." Jin chuckled, pulling out his favorite dagger and mindlessly twirling it around his fingers.

"Dat dagg'uh shit doesn't faze me anymore." Taehyung snickered when the sharp object came flying just an inch away from his head and landed right into the maroon wall behind him. "I know' I'm annoyin' and if you really had the guts to kill me, you woulda done it a long time ago." He childishly stuck his tongue out.

His older brother groaned, a little irritated but glad that he at least finished all the papers he had to sign for the day. "Yuh lucky we're related."

"I beg tuh diff'uh." The younger scoffed. "Anyways, I know you only kept Joon cuz he's hot as fuck."

"And how exactly did you come up with dat assumption?"

"It's not an assumption it's a known fact. Why else would you let him live besides torturin' him to death— which wouldn't make sense since he didn't do anythin' wrong. Plus, have you seen him?? No wond'uh students voluntarily ask to be tutored by him. If I didn't have Kook, I would've already hopped on his dick-"

"God fuckin' damn it. Taehyung, learn to shut up!" Jin stood up to pull his dagger back and head out of his office. "Go do yuh task already! Bring Jackson with you!"

"Don't deny da attraction!" Taehyung yelled before the door was slammed shut and a muffled laugh could be heard through the wall.

Only a few people could handle Taehyung's annoying self and Jin was not one of them. Blood related or not, there were times he wanted to smash the younger's head into concrete.

He walked in the same corridor he came from last time and passed by Jackson who was cleaning his hand gun while humming to The Best Of Both Worlds. They made eye contact, giving a short nod before continuing with their day.

Jin wasn't as bad as he seemed. He's a great leader and, though he rarely showed it, he cared about his close friends— even Jungkook, the snarky asshole who wouldn't get off his back. Sure, he's killed hundreds of people but every single one of them had committed a wrong to him, his close ones, or his gang. Never the innocent.

And as a great leader, it only seemed reasonable to check up on his "prisoner". Just to make sure he wasn't up to anything suspicious. Yeah. Stuff like that. Mhm.

He fished out the keys from his pocket... not that he kept them with him at all times ever since he locked the college student up. Yes, this was purely coincidental.

The mafia boss carefully opened the door, already being greeted by the fragile figure curled up under the thin blanket.

Jin indeed felt bad and he really would consider letting the innocent male go if it didn't cause any problems. But the thing was that it would. Namjoon could tell someone or worse, the cops. Jin paid loads of hush money to the law enforcement to keep his men out of bars as long as they only target other mafias or gangs. The college student had too much of a clean record for Jin to lie and say that he was part of such groups. If Namjoon tattletaled, the cops would without a double know that the Dire mafia's boss 'kidnapped' an innocent male and that hush money would mean nothing.

The younger suddenly shifted in his laying position.

"Back already? That was a quick missio-" Namjoon froze when he realized the male wasn't the person that he thought it was. "Y-you're not Jackson."

"Indeed I'm not."