"Hey." Jin lifted his head, seeing Namjoon at his door. "I need to talk with you" Jin pulled his hand away from his chest, smiling and shaking his thoughts away.

"What do you need, Officer?"

"I think I've been a total idiot."

"You're always an idiot. What's the difference this time?"

He ignored Jin's sassy comment, knowing he shouldn't let relations get in the way with his work. He threw something in the cage, like a little plastic box. "It's glow in the dark star stickers." Jin stared at the man, astonished and thunderstruck that he would ever do such a thing for him. No, Jin knew why. He was a nice man. Too nice. This resulted in the man caring for his prisoners, which he shouldn't do in the first place.

Jin was just mistaking it for something else.

"Thank you."

"Jin," The brown haired boy waited for him to speak again, "How do I know you're not going to hurt me in my own house?" Okay, so maybe he wasn't that much of an idiot as Jin thought.

As usual, Jin smiled, although it wasn't genuine. A mask. "I assure you, I have no grudge against you two." Maybe he lied about that little part, but it was just a little detail he could pass away.

"C'mere for a minute." Jin didn't have any reason to come up. He didn't need to. He felt like he wanted to, though. For any reason he could think of why, there wasn't a reason why. He had no idea why he was obeyed to walk up near Namjoon. Face to face with the cop, Namjoon stared at him with a noticeable frown, sighing. Jin could feel it on his own skin. "It's swollen."

Oh... He was staring at his cheek. "Your girlfriend needs you."

"What do you mean?"

"She is somebody you love, I'm assuming. Why would you still be kind to me if I touched her?"

"Because you didn't." He laughed and placed his hands on his hips, "Are you really trying to defend her? You were in handcuffs; you couldn't have done shit."

Okay... Maybe Namjoon wasn't an idiot after all.

"She hurt you but you didn't do anything. What did she do to you? Was what she said really the truth?" Namjoon stared at him with such caring eyes, Jin found himself forgetting to breath. And that scared him so much.

"I'm fine, of course. I thought I said I was used to it."

"Jin, just because you say you're used to it, doesn't make it fine!" Jin didn't flinch at his tone. He was just taken aback. This is nonsense. "Your mother... What was her name?"

Jin opened his mouth, but quickly closed it. If he told Namjoon his mother's name, he would look it up. Was that what Jin wanted? Did Jin want somebody to know about his family? He had mentioned his uncle already, and his parents. How he was punished... "... Kim Seong. Her name was Kim Seong."

"Pretty name." Jin lowered his eyes, unsure of what to say. He never met his mother, so he didn't feel anything. Well, anything but hatred. "You're not as crazy as I thought... Or you're just really good at hiding it."

Jin sneered, very much amused by his humour. "Maybe I am."

-  -  -  -

Kim Seong... Report doesn't say she committed suicide. It says it was a trip down the stairs... Namjoon felt like he was always in the dark nowadays. Was Jin lying? Who was he going to believe more? Jin or the report? Naturally it should be the report. "There is no sign of her having a child, either..." Maybe Jin made it all up? Maybe he's actually insane?

They say sometimes the craziest people seem normal... Was it such a good idea to let him back in his house?

Namjoon checked the clock; it was once again near 11 at night. His shifts were usually this long. One of the other reasons why he hated his job now; he couldn't do anything. He quickly got out of his office and walked over to Jin's cell, making sure that he was not in the dark like he left him this entire week.

He felt extremely guilty when he didn't catch on about it until today. Being in the dark at night when you're afraid of it was one of the worst things, and yet Namjoon was oblivious enough to bypass it with Jin. He even asked for a lamp at the house! Where were all of his smarts for somebody with an IQ of 148?

When he was in eye's view of the cell, Namjoon placed a hand against his mouth, trying not to let a gasp escape. The little glowing green stars and the moon were on the side of the wall, directly where Jin was sleeping on his bed. Namjoon was desperately trying not to let a giggle escape his mouth – somehow this was one of the cutest things he'd ever seen.

"Jin? You awake?" No answer. He found himself smiling over this strange man, and made sure to tiptoe his way out of the building, so much as to not wake the sleeping guy up.

-  -  -  -

"Welcome back." Hyeon crooked a smile.

"Thank you." Jin nodded, but he was thinking of some very impure thoughts of the girl. No, nothing sexual. He didn't have that desire. Instead, he thought how would she look bloodied up under a knife? He doesn't really care that much; he would just like her to die because of one main reason.

She was abusing Namjoon.

Normally Jin would go after the children, so he didn't understand why Hyeon was his target when Namjoon was a man, not a helpless child. It didn't make sense, yet he was still going with it. His... His heart told him it was what he wanted.

"Jin, tell me your size."

Jin turned to meet Namjoon's eyes, "My size? It's probably... longer than sev—" Namjoon choked and coughed so hard, he holding onto the wall for support. Jin tilted his head, not understanding why he was suddenly dying like a frog. Hyeon didn't look amused, crossing her arms on her chest. It seemed she didn't like when Namjoon got happy.

"No no!" Namjoon wheezed, oblivious to her stare, "I meant your clothing size! Clothing size!"

"Ah... My apologies." After Namjoon was finished with his little episode, Jin told him his shirt and pants size, and perhaps even his underwear. Namjoon was slightly blushing, though nodded nonetheless.

"Okay, I'll be back." He glanced at Jin, looking him up and down. "I don't trust you alone in the house, though... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?"

"Clever of you, Officer Namjoon. But I assure you, I have nowhere to go. We established this already. If you'd like, put a tracker on me, I don't mind. Besides, you know what I look like. You know my name. It wouldn't be hard to find me again if I ran away."

Namjoon looked rather convinced. "I don't think you should be leaving him with me." Hyeon spoke up. Both men looked at her, Namjoon wanting her to accept Jin with him but she really seemed to have a hard time with him.

"Unless you want to be here alone, I will only be gone for about twenty minutes, baby. Can you handle that?"

"Only if you give me a little something tonight~" She purred. Jin examined Namjoon's expression – it seemed unhappy but he nodded either way, before walking out and closing the door.

The silence filled the air, Hyeon tapping her sharp nail against her arm as she stared at Jin with distaste. So, to ignore her stares, and make sure he didn't murder her, Jin walked into the kitchen and grabbed whatever there was so he could make supper. He decided that tonight, he'd make enchiladas.

"Namjoon's told me about you." He heard her speak, now leaning against the fridge. Jin had the urge to glare at her, but he composed himself and continued chopping the onion, shredded cheese, poured dried oregano into the bowl, etc. etc. Enchiladas were a nice dish, Jin thought. And he hoped Namjoon would like it, too.

"He said you aren't existent. Your name isn't in any of the files or whatever, so who the hell are you? Hm?" Oh, he'd forgotten about her existence. She was already annoying him. For a minute, Jin stared at his knife – the one he was holding onto to cut up the food. The urge was there... Not because she was annoying, but because this was what Namjoon had to deal with.

This venomous woman was killing Namjoon.

"I would like you to be quiet, as I am trying to make you supper." Jin smiled at her, and then went back to stirring the ingredients.

"Oh my God, you still have a mark on your face from when I slapped you. Jesus, you're such a baby."

"Would you rather I not leave any for you? I can do that."

She clicked her tongue. "You piss me off."

"Is it because I didn't give you the satisfaction of intercourse? I'm sorry; I still don't think I am interested."

Somehow this sort of reminded him of Jimin... He loved Jimin though. The boy just liked to fight with Jin a lot. Oh, Jimin... He missed Jimin. Jin thought he was doing something good when he brought Jimin in. Of course, Jimin's parents were cruel, so Jin was doing what was right. He was sure Jimin was thankful he brought him in... But he looked so much happier now, with those boys, Yoongi and Jungkook. Jin was glad, however at the same time disappointed? He didn't understand what the other feeling was, but it was really, really sad.

But above it all, Jin knew he had to get over Jimin now.

Jimin wouldn't want to come back to him – or talk to him, ever again. And Jin? He was nothing, just like before. But that was okay, because Jimin was okay.

Before he knew it, he cut his finger. The blood poured, however he didn't stop it. In fact, he stared with bigger eyes and remembered that night he made the biggest accident in his life.

He was supposed to hit Jungkook. He felt the knife sink in, yet the face in front of him was the boy he was trying to help all this time. A familiar, wonderful strawberry scent filled his nose, making him realize he made a horrible mistake.

The man he called out for was Jungkook after he was stabbed. Immediately, that's when Jin knew that he was wrong. They did care for Jimin. They managed to get into his heart. Jimin was finally with people he loved.

And I almost took it away.

"You're crying over your own cut? Are you seven?" An annoying voice brought him back to the present. He lifted his finger and placed it under the sink, washing it out and the knife, too. "So pathetic. Who raised you? I thought you were a criminal, not a pussy."

Jin couldn't care less about what she was saying, while he was wiping the salty water from his eyelashes. He was worried over the fact he was crying. Jin never cried. He never cared. He never anything! So why now, of all times, was he like this? It made him so upset and he no longer wanted to think about it, as it scared him too much.

After he was done cleaning his wound and the cutting board, he went straight back into making supper, blocking out everything the woman was telling him. At least, trying to. Some of it reminded him of a place he no longer wanted to remember.