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Chapter 15

"You went and hung out with Tae today; how about we go do my favorite thing? Well, second favorite thing."

"Sure, what are we going to do?"

Jimin got up, whipped his shirt off, and threw it into the laundry bin. He entered his closet and returned with a new shirt and a jacket. He grabbed her hand and dragged her to her room. He was in the closet, rifling through all of her stuff. He tossed her a pair of jeans and a shirt. Then he grabbed her Docs: "Put these on, I'll be right back."

Bea was pulling on the jeans when he returned with a leather jacket. "I need to go shopping for you again. I went crazy on the skimpy clothes. This is the only pair of jeans I even bought you."

She just snorted, "you think? Don't get me wrong, I like the clothes but don't even own a full-length shirt."

She pulled the boots on, and he stood before her, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "I'd apologize, but we enjoy seeing your body way too much."

Bea rolled her eyes, "And why do you think you guys have the right to see my body?"

He reached down and fingered the necklace around her neck, "You don't know what this means, do you?" She cocked her head to the side a bit, he leaned down and kissed her. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and pull him closer, but if she did that, they would for sure go all the way. While she needed to start that soon, she wasn't sure if it should be Jimin that she slept with first. He pulled back and smirked at her, "This means that you belong to us, all of us."

Bea rolled his eyes, "I belong to no man," she scoffed.

He pulled her to her feet, "should have thought of that before you put the necklace on." Then he turned around and dragged her to the garage.

"Wait, what? He told me this was my birthday gift!"

Jimin barked out a laugh as he started his car, "That little shit was trying to be sneaky." Then he shrugged, "Oh well, you are wearing it, so that means you are ours, and that works for me."

She dropped it because it was no use arguing with Jimin; she needed to talk with Yoongi. "Are you going to tell me where we are going and what we are doing?"

"Nope," he was grinning, driving her up the wall. 

"Fine, will you at least tell me what your favorite thing to do is since you won't tell me your second?"

He wagged his eyebrows at her, "fucking, baby girl, Daddy likes to see your mouth open wide in pleasure and screaming my name."

She stared at him and blinked a few times, then turned her head to look out the window. They drove for about 30 minutes, and then he pulled into a parking lot. Bea saw a large building, but there were no signs, so she had no idea where or what they were doing. "We're here, come on."

He walked to the trunk of his car, opened it, and lifted the bottom panel. Inside were a lot of guns; now, honestly, she was hella excited because she loved shooting. But she can't show that they think she's a little innocent girl. "Jimin, are those guns?"

He turned to her and said, "Yeah, this is my second favorite thing to do. I'm going to teach you how to shoot."

Bea backed up a bit; she needed to be scared. "Jimin, I can't. No, please don't make me."

He laid down the gun in his hand and walked towards her, "Hey, baby girl, it's okay. If you don't want to, I won't force you. But I'd love to show you that they aren't scary."

Bea whimpered like she was terrified, "you promise they aren't scary?"

He wrapped his arms around her, and his chin was on her head, "I promise you. I will teach you how to use them safely, okay?" She nodded her head against his chest, and he leaned back. He was so excited. "Come on, I can't wait to see you shoot."

Jimin grabbed the gun again and placed it in his waistband in the back and another in the front. Then, he filled his pockets with ammo clips. He took her hand, and they walked towards the building. There was a keypad on the outside. He typed in the code, and inside was a kickass shooting range. "If you end up liking this, we can come whenever you want. This is ours."

He set the targets up and spent the next 45 minutes showing her everything about the gun. He was a great teacher. He was methodical and ensured she was comfortable every step of the way. It didn't matter that she was already a pro regarding guns; she appreciated his effort.

She was going to have to be careful around these guys. They would weasel their way in if she didn't keep reminding herself why she was there. "Are you ready to shoot?" She nodded her head. "Alright, load your weapon. Spread your feet a bit. Good. Square your shoulders. Take a breath, and then shoot. Remember, this gun has some kick to it." Bea fired it and could have easily hit the target, but that would seem suspicious. 

He wrapped his hands around her waist, "aim a little to the left, baby girl."

"Sure thing, Daddy," she whispered, then fired off a perfect headshot. 

"Fuck that was hot," he whispered against her neck. She missed the next two shots on purpose, but he was too busy kissing her.

"I'll never learn how to be a marksman if you keep distracting me like that."

He chuckled lightly, "You gotta learn to focus through the distraction."

Bea could do so very easily. She could tune him out and fire all 15 shots into the same little hole, but someone who had never picked up a gun before wouldn't be able to do that. Sometimes, she hated not being able to show just how good she was. She trained for this and wanted to show everyone how good she was. 

When she emptied the clip, she sat the gun down, "So you are telling me that I could kiss and lick on you and you wouldn't miss?"

"Of course, baby girl," he scoffed. Bea narrowed my eyes at him, "Oh, are you challenging me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Jimin grabbed his gun and aimed it at the target, "ready when you are."