The cafe in such honeyed hues brought a sweetness to the day, the ambience of it, the sweet aroma, drew Jin's soul into a cocoon for a few blessed moments. Coaxed an inner smile that warmed from within.

Except for today.

Jin uncomfortably shifted into his seat, not even daring to pick his cup of beverage up because of the man sitting in front of him, head low, and such a miserable expression on.

The purple-haired man tsked, rolling his eyes and taking a rather loud sip of his caramel macchiato. He loved coffees, he loved being a bartender and he loved the man sitting in front of him. Although he was insanely mad at him.

"I missed you," Namjoon muttered softly, still not knowing what to say.

Jin bitchily pursed his lips, looking away while leaning back at his seat. It was evident how angry he was. He wasn't angry because of Namjoon's actions, he was angry because Namjoon hid them from him.

Jin was a normal bartender, he loved juggling around glasses and listening to drunk people's overflowing words of their never-ending problems. Because he didn't take it as ranting, he thought that sometimes people just needed a stranger to hear everything. A stranger they won't even remember the next morning.

His life wasn't a fairytale, yes. Defines his monthly expenses concerned him to death. Sometimes he felt stressed. But it was good. Jin had made it good. All by himself.

He didn't have many friends. All his life he had been humiliated and bullied for his sexuality. He had made peace with the fact that he was gay...but society hadn't. His parents hadn't. That's why he had no financial support during his childhood.

Until came Namjoon.

Namjoon was one peculiar guy. He was reserved initially, talked in such a sophisticated way Jin felt intimidated and yet, intrigued. Namjoon was very smart and broad-minded.

They had had a conversation or two about their sexualities, Namjoon was bisexual. Jin had told him about how he got bullied and he was surprised at Namjoon's words.

'Fuck them. You shouldn't add up what they say to your problems. I'm sure you have plenty and bigger problems already.'

That was the first thing that caught Jin's heart.

So, when he found out Namjoon was a criminal, his life had taken a triple 360° and had left him puking in the end.

Criminal? Namjoon?

He had been enraged and so had declared that it was all over between them. Namjoon had begged, cried, and prayed. Even promised he'd change. That he hated that job as much as Jin did.

But Jin hadn't given him a chance to even explain and had oh-so-nicely kicked him out of the house. He was stoic with his decision a month, two months, three...but he started to waver and started realising his fault as well. Then Jimin came and melted his heart with Yoongi. Their cute little couple fights reminded him how precious it all was and how much he missed Namjoon.

Don't get him wrong, Namjoon was nowhere like Yoongi, let alone be that bubble of cotton candy Jimin.

He had this logical thinking which always blew Jin's mind away. Yes, a bit destructive he was, but he was as much of a responsible man too. And he hugged Jin like no other.

"'M sorry, babe. Please–"

"Are you still doing the hacking?" Jin questioned and Namjoon's mouth immediately shut close. He looked helpless and Jin just scoffed in remarkably.

"But, I swear this is the last, Jin. I swear. This is the last. Please understand."

"You said you would change, I give you a second chance and you still don't." The purple-haired man whined.

"...Jin, it isn't that easy," Namjoon said, raising both of his eyebrows. "It can be dangerous, even. And the last thing I wanna do is risk you along with me."

Namjoon remembered how Jimin had so boldly threatened him with Jin's name. And to be honest, Namjoon didn't know much about the shawty. He had searched but there was no trace of Jimin.

Jin puffed his cheeks out, still contemplating the decision.

"Jin, I have no where else to go except for you." Namjoon requested. "Please," it was a whisper.

Jin looked down, not ready to meet the man's gaze. Because he knew the moment he did, he'd go jumping into his arms. He wanted a normal life. He wanted Namjoon too.

"It's...it's wrong, Namjoon." He said eventually.

"I know."

"I consider myself to be a good person, Joon. You'd say it's pathetic but I'm really looking forward for a normal life. It sometimes feel like everything around me is changing and forcing me to change as well. But I just can't. Like some narrow minded idiot."

Namjoon merely scoffed. "You think I'll consider you pathetic for being a good person? That needs guts, Jinnie. You're easily drawn to the darkness but you fight it, that's why I love you."

"So then you do it as well." Jin said, leaning forward onto the table. "Be a good person or at least...try. For me."

Namjoon shot forward to hold his lover's hand in a desperate attempt to make him understand that he did, he was trying everyday.

"I want to, trust me. For you. But I'm stuck into this disgusting cycle. How else do you think I'll make money then, Jin? Off McDonald's?"

Jin leaned back on his chair, taking his hand away from Namjoon's to wipe a tear that flowed down from his eye.

"Please don't cry." The younger pleaded.

"I..." Jin let out. "I don't know then, Namjoon. It seems like we don't understand eachother's beliefs."

Namjoon dropped his head down, gulping thickly. Everything Jin said was true. He had always thought how the hell did he get so lucky to have one of the purest souls alive when he was just a mess remnant of wrongdoings.

He never deserved Jin.

"I think it's better we don't meet each other, Jinnie. I can't give you what you want, I'll just bring you more pain. And I can't see that. I just can't. I'm a coward to not fight for you and the what I feel for you. I can see it now, I've failed you."

Jin just stared at the man whose head was hung low, gulping down his throat.

"You won't even try?" He asked, voice merely above a whisper and kind of shrill from the emotions.

"I can't see you cry. I respect your beliefs just too much." Namjoon grunted. "You're not wrong Jin, heck you're never wrong. We're just... different." 

"I know I'm not wrong!" He shrieked.

Namjoon just nodded.

They sat there in silence for at least ten minutes before Jin banged his fist on the table.

"What about my dream of an attic tent and– and a TV and–"

"–a blanket, popcorn, and you and me." Namjoon finished the whining man's sentence, a small smile forming on his lips. Jin looked at the man in bewilderment, blushing by the fact that he remembered. Of course he did, they had planned it out but it was just so close to the heart that Jin almost lost it.

"Y-yeah that. What about my dream then?" He pouted.

Namjoon chuckled. "You turn such a serious conversation into your dream cozy attic?"

"That is a serious conversation as well!"

This is why he loved Jin. He just effortlessly brightened up his day by doing something adorable. He leaned forward, asking for Jin's hand.

"We can do it right now, if you'd like." He smiled sheepishly. "Guess you'll just have to forget I'm a criminal for a few hours."

At that Jin faltered, taking a few shallow breaths before speaking. "If you leave it, I'll help you figure out a new job, Joon. I'll help with everything I can."

"Okay." Namjoon whispered, gesturing for Jin to take his hand and made their way out of the café. He'd give ten shits about being a good person if it meant making cozy tents in the attic with Jin.

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Guess Namjoon just got lucky.

Btw this is a bit of summary to phycopaths and sociopaths. Will help in future and clear up some doubts!