𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓮

Well this isn't how Jimin expected his day to go.

He pants, his back pressed against the counter. So, he has no weapon. His pistol is on his nightstand near his bed. He's in the kitchen, which is the room next to the front door. Locking the front door was his first priority, getting a weapon was conveniently his second.

The glass of the balcony just got shattered, alerting him to the presence of possibly more than one intruder. He's hiding under the counter. Well, against it. He's hiding against it. He's sitting on his ass, his breathing steady while he listens as closely as he can. There are footsteps, but they're so faint Jimin can't tell if there's more than one person or not.

Taking a risky move, Jimin stands, quickly grabbing one of his large kitchen knives and sitting back down. He holds it against his chest, squeezing the handle as he goes back to listening.

He places his ear against the ground. Sounds stupid, but it'll help him with the vibrations. He places both his hands and ear against it, the knife still in his right hand as he listens. After a few seconds, he hears a creak. It's closer. One person in the bedroom. How do they know he's here? Is Y/n okay? Where is she?

Regardless of his numerous questions, he gets back into a crouching position. He's not sure what's more embarrassing: the fact that he forgot his pistol on his nightstand or the fact that he's only in his boxers.

He shakes his thoughts off, creeping to the end of the counter and placing both his hands on the top of it, hoisting himself up. Jimin doesn't see anyone in his eyesight, but the bedroom is still a way's away. It's another two rooms down. He gulps to himself, crouching and moving slowly and quietly across the floor.

There's a small creak in the distance, Jimin gritting his teeth at the noise. He sets his jaw, standing and creeping up to the wall, placing his back against it.

Jimin keeps his breathing almost silent. So silent that he can hear breathing not too far away. No like... really, really close. Whoever's here is in the next room. Jimin tightens his grip on his knife, looking at the archway leading into the next room and preparing to grab whoever comes in.

There's another creak, the shadow of the figure approaching. He sees the person is facing his side, clearly about to check the corner he's standing in. So, he kneels, getting out of headshot range in case this figure has a gun. Jimin holds his breath, then, he attacks before the other can.

Jimin jumps out of cover, right into the arms of a surprised man he takes tumbling to the ground. He knocks the pistol out of his hand, pressing his knife up against his throat. 

"Dude, you are such a big turn off!" Jimin shouts. "I was in the middle of something, jackass!"

The man lies on the ground, a ski mask covering his face. Jimin rolls his eyes, stabbing the man in the wrist to keep him in place. He cries out in pain, Jimin using his now-free hands to pull the mask off. The knife is still in the man's wrist, hopefully stuck in the wooden floor.

"So, you know the drill. I'm gonna ask you who you're working for, and if you don't tell me, this gets a lot worse." The man stays silent, so Jimin grabs his now stabbed hand and breaks his pinky finger in one swift movement. He hollers in pain, but Jimin merely chuckles. "Whole place is soundproofed, bud, you really think someone like me would take that chance? Your best bet is screaming out the balcony, but guess who's in the room that's the farthest away from the ground? Bingo! You and me!"

Jimin grunts and pauses to sigh, realizing he needs to focus and get information fast.

"I could either go for the hand or your dick, but I figure the dick is a smaller target so I'll go with the hand."

At the man's silence, Jimin places his hand against the floor, about to start sawing. The blade hits the man's wrist, drawing blood as Jimin adds pressure. 

"Mr. Jeon!" he cries out. "I work for Mr. Jeon!"

"Do you have a ring for proof?" 

"You're an assassin! Assassins don't carry rings!"

Jimin huffs. Well, that's a good point. Before he can do anything else, the door to his penthouse bursts open, causing Jimin to jump and whip around. Y/n rushes inside, a panting mess.

"Jimin!" she says, rushing over to him. Jimin places the knife in the man's wrist again, trapping him to the ground before tossing the pistol far out of reach and standing, meeting his love halfway. She jumps into his arms, him spinning her around for a moment before setting her on her feet.

"I thought I lost you," she mutters, inspecting his face. 

"I'm okay. I took care of my friend," Jimin replies, motioning to the panting man on the ground. He has both wrists covered with blood, one hand pinned to the ground while the other has a broken pinky.

Jimin softly kisses her, no longer caring about the stranger behind him. She kisses back, crying into their kiss. It only lasts a few seconds, but he hopes it was enough to reassure her that everything's okay. 

"Hey, shh. Come here, it's okay," he murmurs, bringing her against his chest. She raises her arm, making him confused. "What are you-"

'Bam'. 

A gunshot rings out, Jimin jumping at the sudden sound. He looks over her shoulder, seeing that she shot the man in the head. 

"I don't think even soundproofed walls can hide that," he whispers, but she shakes her head. 

"I don't care. No one's gonna snitch on us. This entire complex is littered with mafia. You know that, right?" 

He chuckles, kissing her cheek. "I know." They part, her putting her pistol back in its holster. "As much as I would love to get back to Jimin junior, we need to talk."

"And clean up the body." 

"And clean up the body," he says. 

"What do we need to talk about?" she asks, him sighing. 

"This man. Y/n, he works for your boss." Her eyes widen as he gazes back at her. "He works for Mr. Jeon."