Precious Gems | JiKook

十一

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"Have you ever held a gun before, Jungkook?"

No, he hadn't.

When it came to weapons, Jungkook never really dabbled in anything other than knives - or his bare fists. There was once, that Namjoon had showed the younger male where he kept his firearm, but Jungkook never dared to touch it. Something about having that much power between his fingertips, was extremely unnerving to him.

Now though, he couldn't really avoid it.

Him and Jimin currently stood inside of an abandoned building pretty far out of the city, Yoongi promising to pick them back up whenever Jimin called. It was cold, the wind blowing through the cracks in the boarded up windows. The grey haired man was standing directly in front of him, an expectant look on his face as he held his personal gun out to Jungkook. "Well, have you?"

Jungkook gulped before shaking his head, extending a shaking hand outwards for Jimin to pass the weapon off to.

"Never." Jungkook thought that he should at least be honest. Jimin obviously knew his way around his gun, holding the piece of metal casually. To be fair though, Jimin seemed to know his way around everything - a knowing glint in his mysterious eyes every time Jungkook worked up the courage to ask a question.

It had been just over a week and a half since the two of them had first met, and yet they had only seen each other face to face three separate times. The bank, the parking lot, and now. If there was one thing that Jungkook had noticed about Jimin within the short amount of he had spent with him, it was this: Jimin seemed to want to keep all knowledge about him hidden - never staying longer than he needed to, never saying more than he should.

It was if he was constantly censoring himself, always stopping himself short before he could say too much or ask too many questions.

This did make sense of course, considering his lifestyle, but it was frustrating to Jungkook - who wanted to pick apart his mind so badly.

At this point in time, the younger male only knew a few things about Jimin - all of which he had learned from Yoongi on the drive home a few days ago. One thing was that Yoongi wasn't his partner, but only a getaway driver if Jimin ever needed one. Another thing, was that Jimin didn't steal things to get rich.

He just really liked doing it, according to Yoongi.

"Well, the safety is on so we won't have to worry about you accidentally shooting me." Jimin placed the gun in Jungkook's hand, trying to ignore the twinge of regret that came with handing his weapon over to someone else.

He immediately felt more bare.

He watched as Jungkook studied that gun in his hand, turning it around a few times to study it completely. He adjusted his grip a few times, trying to become accustomed to the way it felt in his hands.  It wasn't anything fancy, just a .22 caliber Glock 17 that Yoongi had given to him a few years ago. It wasn't flashy, and it wasn't too heavy either.

Jungkook was staring at it like the older male had just handed him a severed limb.

The metal felt cold in his hand, and he couldn't help but take a shaky breath in. Everything was going alright until then, but it was only now that his instincts were screaming at him to get himself out of this situation as quick as possible. The fact that he was holding the same gun that nearly killed him caused an unsettling mix of emotions to stir within his mind.

"How many people have you killed with this?" He asked softly, not meeting Jimin's eyes as he did. The question was blunt, and he knew it was, but the words had left his mouth before he could think of a better way to word it.