A new story, multiposted from my AO3 lovlies. I'm Sorry Chapter One Namjoon, he was very cold, so very cold. The night chill didn't make it any better. With the way the wind whipped around every fiber of his being. The constant drizzle of the rain adding the last sting. Rapid spikes of heat flashed through his body as well. He was going to get sick being out on the corner like this. Not able to find any shelter before the storm hit messed him up greatly. All of his clothes were now soaked in his backpack and his phone most likely didn't work anymore. He should have just taken the taxi like his boyfriend,well ex boyfriend, had told him. Namjoon insisted on walking however and in the end got more than he ever would imagine. To walk in on someone you love cooking half naked for some other man, Namjoon sighed remembering the look on Seokjin's face. ~ The look of utter nonchalance and a chuckle coming from the disgusting human being on the couch. The person he had considered his best friend, Hoseok. The look of uncertainty and relief staining his lovers. Namjoon's eyes lowered as he was slightly pushed aside back to the door. Hands shaking Namjoon stared at the two, hoping for an answer. Anything. "What's going on here?" Namjoon shook as he choked up. "Love," Hoseok said loud and proud pulling Jin into his lap,"complete love is what this is Namjoon." Namjoon was forced into silence as his face heated up. "Was is the sex?" Namjoon asked quietly. "No it wasn't, we didn't even have it Namjoon. We, well you, were still waiting. It isn't about that though. Its about how he makes me feel complete." Namjoon squinted at Jin. "My best friend?" "Your best friend." "I walked here to be with you. I walked here to lay by your side. I-i," Namjoon's voice cracked now tears threatening to fall. "We told you to come in the taxi so you can get your things. You're so stubborn though. Here's your stuff Nammie, we can call now if you don't want to walk back home." Hoseok grabbed his back pack and threw it towards Namjoon. Namjoon only caught it because he didn't want it to hit him in the face. "No...you've done enough for me right now. I'll be taking my leave." Namjoon's voice was hollow and empty as he watched Jin get up. "Namjoon it's going to storm. I'd appreciate if you let us call you a cab. Walking that long way will surely get you caught up in the storm. I don't want you getting sick." Jin pressed his hand on Namjoon's forehead ruffling his hair. "Well," Namjoon's voice cracked as the tears began to fall,"I'm already sick." With that Namjoon left with tears streaming down his face. ~ Namjoon rubbed his hands together in an attempt to feel something, anything. Nothing registered in his mind at the moment, only that he was disgusted and the added on fact that he was wet. Sad and wet were two totally different nuisances that seemed to fit together to form this big ball of 'Fuck You', tonight. A sigh left his shivering lips as he searched for a cafe. How cliche for everything to happen like this. It was almost like some unseen force wrote him into this particular moment. They pushed him head first into self hate and a broken heart. In the end, he knew it was his own fault, it always was. He could have shown the other more affection, kept his clumsy ways under wraps more. Hell, given the other some ass or something. He was a virgin though in every aspect of the word and he just felt it was too early. A strong shake of the head was given and he sighed as rain pelted his back furiously. That wouldn't have changed the fact that Jin, the love of Namjoon's life, had already moved on; with his best friend nonetheless. Something should have clicked with the way they were both all to busy. Precisely at the same time on the same day, every week. There was never a moment missed on Thursday's, the hardest days for Namjoon when it came to his studies. The day that labs and music theory damn near collided into a fucking mess due to the short amount of time he had to get to each class. A ten minute walk having to be ran at 7am would kill any college kid who's stayed up all night finishing up homework. Yeah, one day wouldn't stop someone else from loving the other. But it will prove to be a problem held with the other problems. Like oh, he didn't know, falling for his best friend. An internal sigh echoed around his body as a big piece of paper slapped around his ankle. Another sigh, this time he exhaled with it trying to find some reason, anything. The silver haired man stared at his watch and then decided it was time to move. One step forward proved to be the worst mistake he had ever made. Namjoon's dusty wet torn sneakers stepped onto classy looking shoes and his heart stop. Clumsy and blind tended to be his off kilter nicknames. He quickly bowed water falling off his body and onto the nice pants suit staining them with droplets. A hum and deep grunt echoed for a moment and Namjoon tried with all his power to not drop to his knees. Rules spoken or not, stepping on shoes just like these meant bad news,for anyone. "I'm so sorry. I really truly am sorry sir. Please please I don't want any trouble. Please I just...I just want to go home." Namjoon's voice shivered as a hand cupped his chin pulling his face up. A small gasp disrupting his way of breathing for a moment. The man...err boy? Which ever it was was absolutely stunningly beautiful with glazed over deep brown eyes, rosy plush lips and a boxy white grin from the gods. They stared at each other for a while before Namjoon's face was released. A tap on cheek had him standing up straight. Not once did Namjoon look away from the person to frightened to do so. With quick eyes he saw a large blue and red dragon tattoo litter the man's neck starting from the back of his ear and disappearing underneath clothes. That alone had Namjoon clutching his pearls dangerously tight. He knew how these people rolled when something of theirs was tainted or messed up. "So you just didn't see me was that it?" The voice that emitted from the man startled Namjoon. "Uh-" with a wave of a hand Namjoon was cut off. "No, please save it. I know you didn't see me. I was watching you the whole time. To deep in thought to actually try and pay attention to anything around you." A smirk landed on the stranger's lips and Namjoon shrunk. This dude was rude for no reason. If he knew Namjoon wasn't looking why would he even begin to remotely walk too close to him at all? It made no sense to Namjoon. "I really am sorry sir. I-i can pay for your shoes and get your pants clea-." Namjoon was cut off again. Fucking asshole, Namjoon thought. "I have no time for that. These shoes cost more than everything you remotely own. You can't afford them. These pants will just go in the garbage. You've already stained them with your greasy hair water." The deep voiced stranger straightened himself and looked forward. "Save your sorry for someone who will accept it because I won't. Peasant." With that the stranger began to walk away. "Asshole." Namjoon mumbled as quietly as he could under his breath beginning to walk in the opposite direction. A cold feeling shot through Namjoon's back as he made it to the corner of the side walk. He sucked in oxygen slightly as he turned around. The footsteps he had been listening to were no longer heard. Once he turned around good enough Namjoon's heart froze. The stranger sneered at him as he turned all the way around striding towards Namjoon. Fuck that. Namjoon thought as he took off with to long of limbs. Footsteps were heard pounding behind him faster and his heart started beating harder and louder in his ear. He was done for if he was caught and he wasn't going to let that happened. If he remembered correctly dragons couldn't step foot in phoenix territory. Namjoon booked it for the first store with a red and black color scheme. His hand slammed into the door swinging it open as he skidded to a stop inside. Namjoon watched from the provided tinted window how all of them except,who he assumed the leader, stopped their chase. The leader was standing were he once was, on the edge of the sidewalk, eyes squinted as he tried to peer through the glass. Namjoon was thankful for whatever this shop was because it saved his life today, for more than one reason at that. A tired smile littered Namjoon's being as he slid to the floor. Heart racing 4 miles a minute, Namjoon clutched his chest tightly and stared at the ceiling. "Are you alright? Are you having a heart attack? Should I call 911?" Namjoon looked up at this new stranger and nodded. "I'm alright and no, I don't need 911 and I'm not having a heart attack." Namjoon smiled as the other male nodded slightly and slowly walked back behind the dark counter. "You ran into a sex shop, and since you're not dying were you nervous? You know sex is natural and having peculiar kinks aren't as bad as you think. You shouldn't be ashamed of what you like on you or in you." Namjoon felt his whole face brighten as he looked around the dimly lit shop. Things he hasn't seen before invaded his vision ten fold. A strained coughed came from his chest as he began pushing himself off the ground. "No, no I was actually running away from these group of men. I accidentally stepped on one of the members shoes. The one with the red and blue dragon tattoo." Namjoon explained as a frown slowly etched on the younger built boy's face. "Ah, them. Well, I guess that's alright if you were being chased. You came to the right shop to get them off your tail. You'll be here for a while though. Especially if that many people were after you." Namjoon's face scrunched in confusion as he walked slowly towards the counter. "There was only like...three people running after me though." A chuckle left the boy's lips. "No, that whole side of the block is dragon territory. That whole strip will be looking out for you for a good three hours. So might as well make yourself comfortable. Hell,go get some new clothes from over there so you won't catch pneumonia. You can use the shower in one of the rooms in the back. Oh, the names Jungkook by the way." A small smile plastered Jungkook's lip and Namjoon could only nod. "Namjoon." With that Namjoon got some clothes from a fairly decent looking rack and made his way to the back to take a much needed shower. Once he stepped through the side door Jungkook reached around and handed him a small room key. "Room number 15 is the cleanest and its rarely used at all. Take as long as you need okay? I'll be out in the front if you need me." With a slight head nod Jungkook disappeared and Namjoon slowly walked down the long intertwining hallways. This was a strange sex shop to have so many rooms in the back of the store but Namjoon dismissed it. He couldn't bring himself to care or over think at the moment. Water stained the carpet beneath his feet as he hurried down the last hallway reaching room number 15. The door was absolutely beautiful and it made Namjoon hesitant to step inside. Thickly swallowing he pushed the key in turning the lock and headed inside. Eyes bulged as they landed upon expensive after expensive materials in the room. What was this shop? Namjoon shook his head and went straight to the bathroom not wanting to ruin anything else with his soaking wet clothes. Once settled into the bathroom Namjoon placed his soggy backpack on the tile floor and took out all of his wet clothes. Sigh after sigh stained the bathroom walls as he wrung out all of his clothes. Luckily there was a small heater in the bathroom so Namjoon sat his back pack and some of his clothes beside it. Might as well use the bathroom to his advantage. With a look around the beautiful bathroom Namjoon stripped and proceeded to take a nice hot shower. As the steaming water pelted his skin deliciously Namjoon bit his bottom lip. Tears began to overwhelm him as he thought back about earlier. The love he had for Jin was through the ozone layer. They'd been together for damn near 4 years. He thought they'd be together forever. He sniffed and continued to scrub himself vigorously. The raw feeling his skin was starting to feel compared none to how his heart was slowly breaking down. Namjoon was beginning to turn into a heap of sad mess as more memories faded into his already hazy mind. Slowly slipping to the bottom of the bathtub Namjoon curled up and started to cry. The hot water and suds collecting around him as he cried along with the stream of hot water. The water turned cold with how long Namjoon sat and cried in it. Eyes a deep red and swollen around the edges would surely give him away. In the end he couldn't care less as he stood up to turn off the water. Namjoon's hands were shaking as he gripped the edge of the shower curtain to balance himself to step out of the tub. Once out he slowly dried his body with he plush towel provided in the bathroom. More tears started to fall in memory, Jin use to dry off his back for him while littering kisses up his neck. Pineapple body wash being Jim's favorite smell on the silver haired boy. Now he smelled like cinnamon and strawberry. Namjoon shook his head trying to rid his mind of the wonderful memories but it was hard when that was all of the relationship. Maybe that was the problem. Namjoon thought as he reached for the lotion to lather his body up. Maybe not having one fight with Jin held more problems than answers. Four whole years they never had one fight and that wasn't likely for any sane couple. They were never really in love together not at all. Namjoon held his breath as he thought about all of the ways he looked at Jin and how Jin never returned them. The younger was more in love with the older. A snort left his lips as more tears started streaming down his face. It was a one-sided love that the other stayed in because he was to good hearted. Seokjin never loved Namjoon like how Namjoon loved him. More chuckles left his lips as he finished oiling up and more tears fell. He couldn't believe how high strung he was for the other. The reflection in the mirror showed him in his rawest of states and he had to look away. He had to get away from it he couldn't handle it. Eyes scanned over the clothes he snatched from the rack and picked them up. They weren't really his style, not at all, they looked right and Namjoon really preferred loose clothing. Only shrugging he placed on one of his now dry boxers and slipped on the pants. There was resistance all the way but he managed out of breath after the whole process. Holy shit was that the hardest thing he'd ever put on in his life. A giggle ripped through his chest as he slathered on some deodorant and the shirt. Luckily the shirt was how he liked them. Damn near falling off his body if he moved one wrong way. A thought passed through his head and he ran to his,well Hoseok's, book bag. Thankfully his phone was still in working condition though it did have a slightly foggy screen. Namjoon opened his phone and started to factory reset everything until he saw his home screen. Jin held him tightly around the neck as he kissed his forehead while in bed. That had been the day he almost lost his virginity. It was a special day to them both and Namjoon deemed himself ready. He chickened out in the end when Jin ran his hands below Namjoon's balls playing gently with his entrance. A small smile plastered Namjoon's face as he remembered Jin holding him tight saying it was okay after Namjoon had a panic attack. The smile soon faded as Hoseok crossed his mind afterwards. Quickly he locked the phone deeming it not the time to be hasty with deleting anything. Namjoon stooped low gathering all of his now dry clothes. More tears threatened to fall as he folded them and placed them back in the bag. With a strong inhale Namjoon sucked it up. He was crying to much in a place that wasn't his apartment. After he cleaned up after himself leaving the bathroom exactly how he found it, Namjoon walked out of the nice room and locked it. Namjoon barely remembered the way back to the front but he was guided by voices. A sigh of relied escaped his lips as he opened the door to the 'shop' and spotted Jungkook. Namjoon opened his mouth to give his thanks until he saw someone else talking go Jungkook. A petite male stood beside Jungkook pointing at various things in a folder. Namjoon stood quiet for a moment not wanting to interrupt anything at the moment. Though the door behind didn't have that in mind as it clicked shut loudly. The new male whipped around with a gun drawn so fast Namjoon was sure he was going to die at that moment. "Calm down hyung that's the person I was telling you about." Jungkook iterated. Soon the gun was lowered and Namjoon's heart started beating again. Whew, he thought he was a goner. A once over was given and the new body beckoned Namjoon forward. "State your name." The strangers voice was lighter than what Namjoon had thought it he gave his name nonetheless. "Namjoon. Kim Namjoon." "Hmm a Kim? You any kin?" The strange boy asked. Namjoon stared at him perplexed trying to figure out what the fuck he was talking about. "Uhm,no? Uh?" Namjoon looked like a deer in headlights at Jungkook as the smaller boy circled around him. A laugh erupted from the new person and Namjoon felt very self concise. "You do have the taste of someone who gets fucked. You new or used?" The man rounded around and stared up at Namjoon with a certain look. "Uh...uh... What do I say to that?" Namjoon was ready to leave now, he was getting scared. "He asked are you a virgin or not." Jungkook interjected. Namjoon scrunched his forehead and looked at the smaller. "Why does that matter to you?" Namjoon questioned while pulling his backpack closer to him. "So a virgin? Perfect you can work the front desk!" The stranger cheered happily. "I don't.. I don't need a job I have one at the corner store." The smaller looked up at Namjoon with solid eyes. "I don't think I asked you that did I?" The way he said it had Namjoon shaking his vigorously. With a shake of the head the smaller smiled at him. "I'm glad you understand when to shut up. Now come along I have some rules I need to lay upon you." The purple haired boy walked away and Namjoon followed quickly behind him. Namjoon spotted a very colorful Phoneix down the neck of the smaller as he walked behind him. Namjoon twisted his head all the way back to look at Jungkook for answers and all the other could do was smile solemnly. Namjoon turned around just in time to stop himself from colliding with the smaller. A gasp left his lips as the purple haired man looked at him seriously. "Come in and take a seat." Namjoon did as he was told and the shorter man walked in closing the door. With no reserve the other took off his shirt and sat right in front of an air conditioner. Namjoon's cheeks flared up and he patted his face trying to look at anything other than the person sitting in front of him. A small giggle was heard and Namjoon's head snapped up towards his new employer. Luckily his shirt was back on and Namjoon exhaled. "You really are a virgin. Well anyway, I hear from Jungkook that you've ran in here to seek refuge. Is that correct?" Namjoon only nodded and the other leaned back. "I like words Mr.Kim speak when I ask you a question. Are you trying to seek refuge?" The other repeated. "Yes, but only for a little ti-" a hand was raised. "I didn't ask you all of that. That's all I need to know. Whether you needed my shop for a little while or for the whole day, you ran in here seeking a safe zone. You've used one of my best rooms to clean yourself and you've also taken some of my clothes. That there alone adds up to a million dollars and that's just me being nice to you." Namjoon's mouth fell open as he reached around for his wallet. "Oh no you won't be able to pay that at all. So you'll just have to work it out, at the store as the counter worker. Understood?" Namjoon stared at the other biting his bottom lip. How the fuck did he end up being employed just because he ran away. "Answers Namjoon, I need answers or I'll just hand you over to the people who actually want you. They are a block away from us." The purple haired mam smiled and Namjoon got the chills. "I...I... There's really no way out of this though. So I guess? I wouldn't be able to pay that amount as you said. So yes? Understood." Namjoon tapped his cheeks gently as the other clapped loudly and leaned foreword. "The names Jimin and I run this store/brothel." Namjoon choked on his own spit eyes wide staring at Jimin. "A b-brothel?" Namjoon about fell out as Jimin nodded. "So let me give you a run down for both of the stores because they have to go through you. Jungkook will look after you for the first week but you'll soon get the gist of everything. First of all no Dragons are allowed in here and they know it. So you're safe since I heard that you angered the leader. tsk shamful." That little interjection had Namjoon squirming uncomfortably in his seat. "Why is it shameful?" Namjoon asked lightly. Jimin looked at Namjoon and gave him a small smile. "He enjoys a good chase. Anyway rule two listen to everything Jungkook tells you to do. You will not be permitted to work in the back...ever. Not with your inexperience. I wouldn't want you to get hurt, you're here to work off a debt, however cliche you feel about this. This is what you are here to do. I believe you are catching everything I'm throwing out. You look amazing in what you have on and in going to need you to wear that every day you step foot into this shop. Not the same damn outfit Namjoon I see the look on your face. But something that fits the scheme. Over sized T-shirt and well fitted pants. Its perfect and an added plus is that you are shy. You blush a lot and you have cute dimples. So you are actually made for the front. I need Jungkook in the back anyway. So that about clears everything up you'll be starting work tomorrow evening. Sound good to you? There really isn't any room for a no. So I'll see you tomorrow. 6 o'clock sharp and please don't be late." With that Jimin got up and rounded Namjoon out of the office. "Talk to Jungkook I'll make sure the coast is clear. Get a feel for it. I see a couple of 'regulars' coming." Jimin walked out of the store and headed to his left. Namjoon looked over at Jungkook and quickly stood behind to counter with him. "What did he mean by regulars?" Namjoon stood behind Jungkook as he pushed a button. "You'll see." Was all that was needed as the main door flew open. Multiple men and women filled the shop searching around for items and approaching the counter afterwards. Some purchased items and headed on about their day while others sat on chairs provided. When had those been there? Namjoon wondered as he hid behind the younger male. Once the store cleared except for the people sitting down Jungkook pressed another button. The back door swung open and a gust of wind slapped Namjoon in the face. Male and female alike came out of the back in raunchy scandalous clothes. Some were eager while others looked docile and unsure. Namjoon was taken aback as the people who were sitting down literally grabbed them and headed towards the counter. "Two hours, bondage play, no penetration, no mess." One woman said and Jungkook simply pressed a few buttons. "You know your total. Pay when you're finished. Room 4. Here's your key." The lady nodded and went on her way staring slightly at Namjoon smirking a little. She blew a kiss before the door closed behind her. Namjoon's ears were engulfed in flames as Jungkook typed in everyone's preferences. After the last one Jungkook turned towards Namjoon and slightly smiled. "After next week you'll be doing this and I'll be in the back... Helping." Jungkook smirked at that and licked his lips. "I'm so grateful that you stumbled into here. I've missed my 'job'." With that Jungkook turned around and leaned on the counter. "Job? What type of things do you do in here?" Namjoon slid beside Jungkook staring at the side of this face. "I fuck then I kill Namjoon. To put it simple." Namjoon didn't quite understand. "What?" "I seduce those who've done us wrong. Get them to come in here. I fuck them to kill them." Jungkook looked at Namjoon. "So, you have a killer dick? Like you fuck them so good they just pass out?" "No." A chuckle. Namjoon was so very confused. "I give them their last pleasure and then I kill them Namjoon. Whether it be slitting their throat or slowly torturing them. They die." Namjoon fainted right then and there. For how long he was out, Namjoon didn't know but when he woke up Jungkook was standing over him laughing. Groggily sitting up Namjoon stated at his reflection in a small mirror behind the counter. He truly was working for a gang shop, this shouldn't have been a late thought. It was though and Namjoon held his face in annoyance. All because he stepped on a gang leaders shoes. "Fuck." Namjoon whispered as he looked up at Jungkook who was now seriously looking at him. A slow smile parted his lips and Namjoon cringed. That smile was not of happy feelings and Namjoon knew it. "Welcome to BloodFlower. You're hired." Namjoon groaned and stared at Jungkook. "Fuck."
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