among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED]

1.7

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Rhodos, Greece

Taking a sip from her martini, Arabella let her hazel eyes glide over the crowded space, peeking over the edge of her glass at the lively party guests while walking among them from one end to another until eventually reaching the bar in the centre. She put her empty glass down then and smiled to herself.

She remembered from their arrival at the castle that the stairs in the entrance hall were guarded by one security guard only. It'd be easy, so might as well enjoy herself a little bit longer there.

"Another vodka martini, please. Shaken, not stirred," she ordered at the bartender. While waiting for her new drink to get mixed, she leaned her back against the bar top, eying the couples swaying on the dance floor and she rolled her eyes.

A party of european millionaires in an old medieval castle sounded more excited then it really was. It was like any other rich people party after all. The ones who had their millions inheritated, the old money therefore, was chatting about their latest vacations or newest luxury purchase.

Meanwhile, the new money millionaires were exchanging the latest gossip of their industries or taking cringy photos and videos of themselves. And somewhere in between they drank and danced and ate way too small portions of overly expensive food.

Her gaze went back to the guard in the distance, thinking of ways to distract or slide past him, when suddenly an unknown hand found its way on her hip. Her eyes widened.

With balled fists, she was ready to make whoever it was, regret it when a familiar chuckle rang in her ears. His hot breath tickling her neck. "Suits you, love. Is it a wig?" He tucked at one of the pink curls, his fingers brushing against her shoulder making her breath hitch and she unintentionally leaned into his touch.

"None of your business," she laughed dryly and grabbed her martini, taking a larger gulp from it. Jimin observing her with a smirk.

"Feisty as always, I missed that."

He let go off her waist and leaned against the marble counter next to her. He wasn't even trying to hide how he shamelessy checked her out, surpressing a whistle. Her body was wrapped in a long black dress, a deep slit on the side allowing her lef to peek through whenever she moved.

She huffed when noticing, crossing her arms in front of her strapless décolleté. "What are you even doing here? Trying killing me again?"

His brows rose, a puzzled expression on his soft features. "But Bella, love, you know I'd never do that."

He drew closer then, grabbing her chin gently between his index finger and thumb, forcing her to look at him. And for a moment she was about to melt under his warm gaze, until he spoke up again and bringing her back to reality. "I'm here to get you back."

A frown spread on her pretty face when hearing his reasoning.

"Get me back?" She slapped his hand away and stepped back. "There's no need to get me back. I'm doing just fine."

"Don't be like that, Bella-baby," he whined, attempting to hold her hands when she folded them behind her instead. Looking away with a scoff. And he sighed. "Please, look at me."

She remained silent, ignoring him.

"C'mon, I'm sorry for what happened and you've all right to be mad, but it's not safe for you to be on your own right now. You can ignore me as much as you want after it's over."

"Who says I'm on my own?" she countered then with an arched brow, finally sparing him a glance. And Jimin's brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"