Erroneous [Vminkook]

46: Call You Taehyung🔞

High Enough - K. Flay

Jimin's fingers moves swiftly over the colors of money at the palm of his hands, noting down how many are in each stack before wrapping it up with a rubber band.

A cigarette perks his plump lips, exhaling the smoke from the other corner of his lips. Smokey eyes counts the endless stashes of money to perfection as his white button up shirt that's rolled up to his sleeves is lazily plopped open down the middle, showing his smooth melanin skin.

A few hickeys here and there.

He's probably have been going at this for a while, who knows.

Not like he minds it either way:

In the midst of Jimin cruising his mind over the stash of money with full focus, the door creaks open.

Jimin peers an eye up to see Karma stepping inside; black button up shirt with the first few buttons undone with regular slacks.

He looks like he just came back from a meeting, but less tense than usual.

"I was looking for you," Karma mutters as he strolls over the coffee table where Jimin is, gazing over the money, "You found my stash? How did you manage to break through my safe?"

Jimin ties one collection of money and sets it nearly with the rest, removing the cigarette from his lips to exhale, "Wasn't hard, really. You have to toughen up your computer network defense system if you want to prevent any unwanted users or viruses to be peaking around, in which I can easily assist you with with that, free of cost."

Apart from self defense and fighting techniques, perhaps even using weapons, Jimin is a genius with computers. During his days of captivity, one of his clients were in fact very into stocks and investing, he organized that for many companies and kept track of it.

So, Jimin took advantage.

They spent more of their appointments working with building Jimin a stock, using the money that he gains on a daily basis -which is a lot- and while also teaching him many computer tactics and hacking techniques.

His client was more in love with technology than he was about sex, so Jimin would definitely use that for his advantage.

And he did, fairly well.

Karma crosses his arms, eyes narrowing to look at Jimin, "So what are you doing? This is the moment you're suppose to collect everything and run for the hills."

Jimin clasp one roll of cash and leans back, legs parted and inhaling his cigarette with knowing gleam in his eyes, "We're still not done with our contract, Hoseok still needs to be captured. Your stash looked messy, and me being a good person decided to neat it up for you."

"You're not good."

"For other things yes," He purrs with a wink before settling his eye to the cash, "In these small stacks you have at 1 million won in each. Currently there's....... 1... 2... 50 stacks, so 50 million won that I have counted so far, and still to be counted, clearly," He motions to the mountain of money that's left.

Karma's eyes settles between the mountain of money and the stacks neatly packed up, pursing his lips under the mask, "It must've taken you a while. Either you did this out generosity or you want something."

Jimin blinks an eye at him, letting his eyes roam over Karma's attire with a slow smirk before meeting his eyes once again, "In reality I did this because I was bored, but now that you mention it," He sighs and pats his thigh, "Sit."

Oh Jimin can imagine the mean scowl under his mask already, shaking his head, "No, not happening-"

"It's the least you could do to thank me for doing your lazy work," Jimin says persuasively, his wide grin still playing seductively on his lips, "Come on, let me have my fun. It's not all the time that I get this opportunity."