among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED]

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It wasn't difficult to spot the car where Arabella was held captive in, after all there were solely ten other cars in the parking lot that night at the West Inn and only one of them had tinted windows.

Jimin casually walked over, hands shoved into his pockets as he leaned against the limousine. He cleared his throat before knocking three times at the back window, his signature smirk never leaving him. "Hello, hello! Anyone there?"

A click was heard followed by the glass lowering itself. Revealing Araballa with a surprisingly calm expression on the other side of it despite the gun pressed against her temple. A shaky breath leaving her lips, the ghost of a smile on them. "You came."
Jimin's lips tucked into a smile as well, relieved to see her well. "Of course, darling. Couldn't let you call somebody else after all."
"You got the document?" a deep voice from behind her asked then, interrupting the moment. The man in his dark gray business suit leaned forward, revealing his stone-cold face from the shadows of the car's inside.

The thief only rolled his eyes, sighing. "Never heard of small talk, did you?" he tutted and took out the folded piece of paper from his blazer. Holding it further away from the window. "Here it is. Now would you be so kind and let her go?"
"First the document."
"Hm, not sure you'd keep your promise though," Jimin countered with a grin to which the man didn't seem amused at all though. Lowering his gun from her temple and instead pointing it at him. "How 'bout I just kill you and take the document then?"
Jimin huffed unimpressed, tossing the paper through the window then. Satisfied, the man opened the car door and pushed Arabella out, causing her to land on her knees with a surprised shriek.
"Hey! Rude!" she scowled and accepted Jimin's hand that was reaching out for her. She stood up, brushing the dirt off her now scratched legs.

The door shut close again and the car's engine began roaring. Arabella turning around in panic when realising they were about to drive off. "Wait, what about this?!" She frantically pointed at the bomb around her neck. "You said you'd take it off of me!"
The man, however, just stared ahead with a stern look as the window went up without saying another word. And they watched him drive off, leaving her in disbelief.
"What the fck!" she yelled upset, turning to Jimin. Her jaw was trembling and her eyes were sparkling in panic.
"Hey, hey," he tried calming her down, offering her a soft smile as he grabbed her hand, "We'll figure it out, alright?" And with that he tugged her towards a minivan in the back that he had spotted earlier. They didn't have any time to waste, having to take care of the issue immediately after all.

Picking up locks had never been an issue to him. He had practiced his skills ever since he was eight and his grandfather had forced him to learn all the great tricks and secrets of thievery. Especially cars were rather easy to get opened, even with their supposed alarm systems. It was all just a few wires after all. Once they were cut, it was easy.
After cracking the vehicle open, he ushered her inside and began inspecting the collar closely. 

Arabella grew more and more anxious and impatient under his scrutinizing stare. The silence killing her and her eyes squeezed shut. "You can't deactivate it, right?" she eventually laughed out dryly, "It's okay, Jimin. Just admit it."
With a sigh, he sat back in his seat. "I could try, but I'm afraid it could trigger it and detonate earlier."
She folded her lips, nodding. "Alright." Her voice not above a whisper. That was it apparently. She'd always been able to get herself out of any situation, except this one it seemed. Well, they said there was a first time for everything after all. "I guess that means goodbye then.."
"Don't be silly," he said and in a swift move pulled the lever of her seat, reclining it all the way back. And he hovered above her with a smirk.
"Are you an idiot? Go, run away or do you wanna die?" she quietly mumbled, looking away with furrowed brows.