𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Being with Jimin has proved... difficult.

Mr. Min was right, you're being hunted. Every day you find a new assassin coming at you. It's been over a month since the dinner 'date' Yoongi invited you on. and it's been almost two months since Jimin asked you to be his. Have you made your decision on what to do with Jimin being your mission? Nope, not at all.

The obvious answer is to just get it over with. Push more aggressively, get his plans, maps, weapons, then kill him. Your heart lurches at the thought of killing Jimin, but you don't have much choice. Going against that would be like throwing your life away. You'd literally be dead. Mr. Min may adore you, but not that much. He trusted you with this. You have to see it through, even if you don't like it.

But dammit, you can at least make him feel special for his last few months alive. You know deep down that you've already fallen head over heels for him, but you can't let that get in the way. It's been years since you've last fallen for someone. However, you've never fallen for someone this hard.

You grit your teeth, shaking your head just as Jimin comes back into the room. He's shirtless (as always), but that quickly changes. He grabs a black shirt, throwing it on and sitting on his side of the bed. You've been staying at his penthouse a lot, mostly since you don't have a home. You move from place to place, house to house, apartment to apartment. No permanent address really.

He lets out a long sigh, pulling you up on top of him. It's strange to think about, but when you look into his eyes, you feel happy. Genuinely happy. Doing your job is exciting, but it doesn't bring you happiness. Weird how a boy can bring you happiness unlike the thing you've been doing your whole life.

"Can I ask you something?" he whispers, twirling a strand of your hair. 

"You just did." 

"Ouch, is there a way to turn down your 'smartass' setting or is that permanent?" he asks in a joking manner, you softly smiling. You give him a look that says 'go ahead, ask', nodding ever so slightly.

He looks at you, then down at your lips. Okay, what's up with this man? He ravages your body every night, sometimes without saying a word, but now he's scared to kiss you? However, that quickly changes when he leans up, pressing his lips on yours.

On instinct you kiss back, sinking yourself down onto his chest and sucking on his lips. The two of you have gotten accustomed to your kissing styles, him being the kind who uses tongue a lot and you being the kind who likes to suck and nibble on his plump lower lip like there's no tomorrow.

He goes to insert his tongue, but you pull back, meeting his eyes. Just by looking at him, he knows what you're about to ask. 'What's the question?' is what you want to say, but you keep your mouth shut. Jimin's eyes light up for a second, then, he puts his hand in his pocket.

You keep gazing into his eyes as he brings a black box into your vision, holding it up. "It's serious," he mutters. "I'm serious, is what I mean. I'm serious about you. I've never been serious about someone before. But with you, it's different. You helped change me, Y/n. You really did."

As much as you want to melt into a puddle at his words, your heart is beating so fast you're scared you might pass out. He takes his other hand and opens the box, your eyes widening at the content of it. "Move in with me," he whispers, you averting your eyes from the key to look at him.

At your awe, he gives you a vulnerable expression. In the time you've been dating, he's never seemed... vulnerable. This is a first for you, that's for sure. "Whenever you're not here, it doesn't feel like home," he softly says, placing one hand on your cheek while the other holds the box. And just like that, you've made up your mind.

Fuck the mission.

"Okay," you reply, taking the key with one of your hands. He breaks out smiling, tossing the box away to instead tackle you. He switches places with you, his body on top of yours. As soon as he switches positions, his lips land on you, the kiss passionate but also sweet. Almost like he's saying 'thank you' with this one action.

He gingerly pulls away, still holding you close. "I..." he whispers, but he can't seem to finish his thoughts. 

"Everything okay?" you ask, him nodding. 

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I'm just really, really happy right now," he says, smiling. "Whenever I have you, I'm so happy. It feels good to have someone I like more than sexually. I adore your mind, everything you say. You being a smartass. I adore it." Jimin pecks your lips, giving you a soft look. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." 

"I'll keep you safe too, and Min?" 

"Hm?" 

"Everything you just said, I feel the same about you. You always make me feel happy in a way no one else has." You cuddle up on his chest, sighing in relief once you hit his skin.

He pets your hair, letting out a warm breath. "Thank you." 

You peek up at him. "Don't you think I should be the one thanking you?"

There's a pause. Then, he snickers. "No, it's me." 

You return his amusement, but only for a second. "Hey, I wanted to tell you something." He raises a brow. "It's actually a little serious."

"What's going on?" 

Rip it off like a band aid. He can help. "I'm being hunted," you whisper, "by Mr. Jung. I don't know why." Leave out Mr. Jeon since Jimin still thinks you work for him. Ugh, how much longer can you keep up this lie? "Remember the park? When there was a guy watching us?" Jimin nods. "I think that might've been Mr. Jung himself." 

"Really? Why didn't he just kill us then?" 

"Maybe because I had a gun on him and you were blocking any shot he might've had," you reply with a shrug, "or maybe he didn't want it to be easy. I don't know what those bosses want. They're unpredictable. They give my case to assassins in hopes they don't have to deal with it personally, but if they do have to, they make the death slow and torturous."

"I told you, I'll keep you safe," he whispers, pecking your nose. "I'll always keep you safe. I promise." 

You grin, feeling put at ease at his words. "It feels like I've taken out half the assassins in the city at this point." 

"Jesus, come here." You obey, burying your head into his neck. He holds you close, tracing circles into your back. "We'll get through it, okay?" You nod, inhaling his addicting scent. 

"Together?" you whisper, and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head. 

"Together."