"Not again." The brunet groaned when he scanned his surroundings.

This was the second time Namjoon woke up in an unfamiliar place. Only this time, he wasn't tied up to a chair inside a skeptically dark room.

He remembered falling asleep in a hotel room with the mafia boss sitting on the couch. Now he's currently in a stranger's— way too luxurious— bedroom, under thick comforters. Life's been real great.

If he had to be honest, whoever's bed this was smelt really good. What? Don't judge him, he's a whore for nice odors.

Sitting up, a massive headache evaded the hungover male. God-fucking-damn it. He despised excessive drinking for this very reason. Last time he got wasted was with Jackson when the shorter dragged the giant nerd to a club for 'celebratory' drinks after turning in their essays. Aftermaths were never fun.

He observed his surroundings, noticing the king sized bed and double doors that, what he assumed, led outside. The room wasn't scary or intimidating which made him start to question if he was actually kidnapped or if he got laid. Looking over at the nightstand, a glass of water and a Tylenol pill sat next to a note. Namjoon plucked the piece of paper off of the stand, an eye squinted since he still hadn't adjusted to the bedroom lights.

Come to the kitchen when you're up. Drink the medicine.

-SJ

"Who the hell?" Namjoon groggily muttered to himself. Nonetheless, he took the medicine—perhaps wishing that the SJ person poisoned it in hopes of killing him but sadly it was only a regular pill— before downing the whole glass of water. He really had nothing else to do but go on a scavenger hunt for the kitchen.

So that's exactly what he did.

The double doors led to a wide, beige hallway with only a few doors— which he'd assume were either bathrooms or more bedrooms. A flight of stairs leading a floor down was located at the end of the corridor, a group of male voices bouncing off of the walls.

"SHUT YO' BUCKTOOTH HEADASS OUTTA HERE, JEON." Someone yelled, startling the tall brunet while he made his way down the steps. Was that Jackson?

"IF I WANNA BE A HANNAH MONTANA ICON THEN I CAN BE." The same male shouted. Yup, definitely Jackson.

It was still a surprise that the immature male was part of a mafia considering his personality just seemed so... childish.

Namjoon shook his head, worries gone after hearing his idiot of a friend defending his double life standards. He reached the end of the steps to be greeted by an impressive-looking living room. Like holy shit, SJ's one rich motherfucker.

"YOU GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS~" Jackson sang in his tone-deaf singing. "MIX IT ALL TOGETHER AND YOU KNOW THAT IT'S THE BEST OF BOTH— NAMJOON!" The short brunet jumped back, completely in shock to see his best friend at a place he shouldn't be again.

"Namjoon!" Taehyung beamed at the pleasant surprise, hopping off of the couch where he snuggly planted himself on Jungkook's lap. The redhead skipped over to the tall brunet and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, showing way too much strength for his soft frame.

Jackson stomped over to his best friend and punched his arm. "The hell you doin' here?!"

"How am I supposed to know?! I just woke up." Namjoon defended, punching the guy back. "And who the fuck is SJ?"

The shorter widened his eyes.

"Rememb'uh da top dawg, Kim?" Jungkook spoke up, pulling his boyfriend back in his arms. Namjoon nodded slowly. "Yeah, him."

"What does he want from you?" The redhead question.

"'Sn't it obvious?! They clearly fucked! God, I'm gonna kill that guy-" Namjoon cut Jackson off, smacking the back of his head.

"Dumbass. I didn't sleep with him... I think."

"Nah, y'all definitely fucked." Jungkook laughed, arm stretch out along the back of the couch. "Bet he let you top." Another howl of laughter surpassed his lips.

"Fuck off, Jeon." An authoritative voice admonished, followed by the tall, broad-shouldered man appearing by the dining room's doorframe. A plate of freshly cooked bacon and grilled cheese sandwiches settled on his hand while he pushed himself off of the wall, walking toward the slightly drooling 22-year-old.

"Mornin', dimples." The mafia boss greeted with a raised brow and a half grin, handing the mouthwatering breakfast to the younger.

Namjoon nearly passed out from his hormones.

The brunet silently took the plate, too entranced to muster a response. Everyone in the room gave a look toward the two; Jungkook with a questioning brow raised, Taehyung with squinted eyes and lips pursed upwards, and Jackson... well, Jackson's sneaking into the kitchen to see if Seokjin made extra bacon.

"Why'd you take him he'uh, SJ?" Jungkook questioned and Jackson came back in time with three bacon strips in hand.

"Jus' doin' early charity work, Jeon." Seokjin answered sarcastically, not wanting to take the younger brunet's opportunity of explaining himself.

"I thought your name was Jin?" Namjoon pouted, a little— a lot confused. He was sure that Jackson's mentioned the name Jin during previous conversations in the locked room

"The name's SJ, babe. But my real name's Seokjin Kim." The mafia boss stuck his hand out, expectantly waiting for the younger to take it.

"You jus' goin'tuh give yuh name out like dat, boss?" The raven head on the couch snickered. "Guess we givin' out identities ta' strangers now."

"He's not a strang'uh if he's livin' with us now." Seokjin stated.

That caused Jackson to chock on a bacon bit.

"W-what?" Namjoon was now utterly confused.

"You needed da place tuh stay, didn't you? At least did way, you'll be around Wang." The 25-year-old male explained calmly as though he hadn't just dropped a shocking bomb on everyone's head.

"Can someone like... EXPLAIN-" Jackson hopped off of the recliner, crossing his arms in front of him.

Namjoon ignored his best friend. "You're letting me stay here? I-I can't-"

"You can and you will." Seokjin finalized. "Yuh stayin' in Wang's place until I sort out a room for you. I'll have Wang and Taehyung get yuh stuff from da dorm."

"Hey! I didn't sign up for this!" The short brunet whined.

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I can't tell what type of accent the mafia members have. In my head they have either a Jersey or New York accent but I just can't choose which. Someone help me decide please! 😩