Jimin wasn't dumb.

Of course he noticed the sudden change in his tall, nerdy friend.

He had only known Namjoon for a short period of time yet it was pretty obvious what happened.

Seokjin happened.

And the tech guy was starting to think that he was the only one with a working brain out of all of his friends. Like come on, how didn't they notice the limping and the turtle necks the brunet constantly wore when they were just barely switching off of summer?

"N' dey say us hoes are dumb." The orange-haired male snickered to himself while walking to his boss' office. Seokjin had called him and Namjoon earlier to hand them confidential files to look through.

And it seemed that the tall brunet was the first to arrive when Jimin entered the room.

"Look through these and give 'em tuh me once yuh done, Namjoon." Seokjin ordered, sparing no glances at the male when he handed him a stack of folders, resuming to whatever was more important on his laptop.

Namjoon? Jimin thought incredulously. He didn't think he'd ever hear the man call the brunet by his actual name.

The shorter looked at his friend who had his eyes casted down on the folders, weakly nodding before leaving the room.

"What? No dimples? No babe?" The tech guy teased once the brunet was gone before grabbing the rest of the folders.

"Sehun doesn't like it when I call him dat." Seokjin replied.

Jimin snickered, already despising the mafia boss' boyfriend.

It's been almost a month since Jin introduced his fuck buddy— more like Sehun forcefully introducing his own self— and the college students were well aware of the tension it brought between him and Namjoon. All of them knew the reason for the tall brunet getting kicked out was because of Sehun Oh. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Mark soon put the puzzle pieces together and had been keeping a close eye on the two rivals.

Nonetheless, the mafia boss confirmed that he was in a relationship with the dark-haired male last week.

"You are aware of what dat boyfriend of yuhs did tuh Joon, right?" Jimin questioned, holding the files to his side.

"I'm aware." Jin stated, raising an intimidating brow at the orange head.

"And you still brought him intuh da mafia?" The shorter scoffed incredulously.

The mafia boss didn't say anything, just crossed his arms over his chest before changing the subject. "Look through da files-"

"N' give 'em tuh you when I'm done. Yeah, yeah. Whatev'uh." Jimin rolled his eyes, too pissed to even worry about having disrespected his boss. He walked out of the room and cooled his irritation down on his way back to the office.

His friend sat in his usual seat, already too consumed in his work.

"Yuh already workin' on it?" The orange-haired male teased. "It ain't goin' no where, Nammie. You can take a break."

"Boss' orders." Namjoon reasoned. "I don't have anything to do anyways. Might as well get started."

Jimin pouted, pulling the brunet's chair and sitting on his lap. The latter almost dropped the files in the process, glaring at shorter.

"Jimin, come on." The taller groaned in annoyance, attempting to push the male off which only backfired when he latched his arms around his neck.

"I ain't leavin' you alone 'til you take a break." The tech guy insisted, locking his hands behind him before getting straight to the point. "I know what's goin' on between you n' SJ, Joon. You can tawlk tuh me. Stop bottlin' up everythin', it ain't good fuh you."

Namjoon looked up, meeting his friend's sincere eyes, before exhaling and wrapping his arms around the other's slim waist. He laid his forehead on the shorter's shoulder and tightened his hold around his frame. "Just... just let me hold you for a second. I-I need it."

His eyes watered yet he refused to let any tears drop. He hated crying in front of anyone— hell, he hated crying in general. It's pointless and an easy access to a person's vulnerability. Why display your weaknesses when others won't care? Not like they'd actually do anything about it. If anything, their actions would be fueled by pity instead of their true emotions.

As always.

"How'd you find out?" Namjoon whispered, head still hung low.

"I ain't stupid like da oth'uhs. I've seen da changes in yuh relationship wid Jin." Jimin remarked, rubbing the giant's back. "And knowin' what happened wid Sehun, it's clearly botherin' you."

The brunet took a deep breath, having a difficult time opening a passage back to locked memories he tried so hard to forget. "Before college, I had an ex. Well... sorta. More like friends with benifits? Though I never wanted it to turn out that way. We had the same classes so that's how we got closer and eventually he helped me figure out my sexuality. Then it led to other things and next thing I knew, we were hooking up regularly. Though he never confirmed our relationship throughout the whole thing.

"I loved him and never wanted to lose him so I didn't complain. Then one day, my parents caught us making out. I wasn't even up to it— I remember refusing to but he always had a way with his words. My parents kicked me out and I basically had to rely on my scholarship and find a job to help get through the next few years. The week before I left for college, I finally had the guts to tell the guy that I loved him. He didn't say it back, not like I expected him to, but he didn't seem weirded out. So, at the time, I thought we were fine. He told me he'd call me once I got settled in my dorm but he never did. That's when I realized I was all alone from there on. Hadn't heard from him since then."

He pulled the smaller closer, needing to hold someone to help block out the tears. Crying wasn't usually like him. Even the rare time he cried to Jin in the hotel room still haunted him. The brunet only cried when he felt like nothing else was going on for him. This time, he was only telling a story. He wouldn't let himself cry over a bastard he hadn't seen in years.

"Jin's remindin' you of him, isn't he?" Jimin asked knowingly, playing with the other's soft locks.

"Pretty much." Namjoon mumbled. "I thought he'd be different. He seemed like he actually cared by taking me in and even offering to pay for my schooling. He listened to my problems and my rambling... but apparently it was all an act. I never wanted to sleep with anyone after what happened in the past. But Jin? I trusted him and eventually gave in to my feelings. But he— he did the same."

"You want me tuh be honest wid you, Nammie?" The orange-haired male didn't even give the latter a chance to respond. "I think SJ does care. He hadn't done anythin' like he's done fuh you bef'uh you came around.

"If he cared then why the hell is he with the one person that ruined my life." Namjoon gritted bitterly through his teeth. "I told him about Sehun the night we ran into each other and reminded him multiple times about my hatred for him. And for what? For him to sleep with the guy while leaving me to think that our hook ups were any more special than they actually were? It hurt, Jimin. It still does. They're dating now for fucks sake! I feel like I was never close to Jin at this point. When he called me by my real name earlier, I wanted to leave that room as fast as I could. We're not even friends at this point... he's simply just my boss."

"I think he has his reasons." Jimin spoke cautiously. "I mean, don't take my word fuh it, but I know Jin n' this ain't somethin' he'd usually do."

"Sure it isn't."  The taller scoffed.

Namjoon unlocked his arms when the smaller hopped off of his lap. "Enough of dis sad shit fuh today. I'll go grab us some donuts while you jus' sit he'uh n' look pretty, yeah? No workin' or I won't hesitate to cut off yuh dick."

The brunet held his hands up in mock surrender while the other reached in his drawer to grab his gun.

"Why do you need a gun for donuts?" Namjoon questioned with his face scrunched.

"I didn't say I'd pay for 'em, did I?" Jimin giggled, patting the giant's shoulder while shoving the firearm through his holder. The other widened his eyes comically. "Don't worry, Nammie. I ain't goin'tuh kill 'em. A little scarin' never heard anybody."

He winked before leaving Namjoon to shake his head with a fond smile.

Jimin and his lunatic antics aside, it was time for the brunet to stop being the weak one in their gang. He was tired of being played and manipulated.

He was part of a mafia; there was no better time to start acting like it.

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Sorry for the excessive dialogue. I didn't know how else to bring out Joon's past and thoughts without dragging it out. Wanted to be straight to the point lol

Anyways, just a reminder that this is Sehun in real life:

You can hate him in my fanfictions but don't hate this smol bean in real life! JUST LOOK AT HIM! 🥺

(P.S. I'm Namjin trash but I've also been Minjoon trash lately. Sorry not sorry 🙈)

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