Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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A million thoughts were rushing through my mind as I was getting dressed. From wondering how that man is alive to worrying about the trap we're about to walk into.

Taking one last look at the mirror, I realized that I look more like Jimin than anyone else.

Black, tight cargos. Black shirt. Black boots. Straps on both thighs; one holding a gun, the other one having my knives fastened to it. Picking up my hair in a ponytail, I rushed out of the room to meet the rest of them.

'Are you going on a mission or a fashion show?' Taehyung asked as he looked me up and down

'What's wrong with this?' I look myself up and down, not seeing how this is for a fashion show. Remove the weapons, and I'm ready to go to a funeral.

'I think it's only now sinking in that you're an assasin/spy.' Hoseok almost chuckled, doing the same as Taehyung

Jimin was the last one to come down, putting his necklace under his shirt as he skipped over the last few steps, running to us. He paused for a moment, looking at me, then shook his head as if he's clearing his thoughts.

'You even got him confused.' Jungkook laughed a little

'Not exactly what went through my mind.' Jimin mumbles

'Let's move.' Namjoon called out, having everyone turn to him in an instant

Jimin's hand slid into mine, lacing our fingers together as we headed out of the house. Even if his face doesn't show much, his hand tightening around mine says everything.

'2 per car. Move it!'

On Namjoon's command, everyone split in pairs, with Jimin pulling me along with him without a word.

He only let go of my hand when we got to the car, letting me get in, jumping in the driver's seat himself. And then he suddenly pulled me to himself roughly, clashing his lips on mine desperately. It was almost as if I could taste all the fear and worry on his lips.

'Jimin, look at me.' I cupped his face, lifting it up to meet my eyes. 'We will be okay. I won't get hurt. You won't either.'

'If anything happens, if there is even a slight chance of you getting hurt, you run. Do you understand?' He was determined to keep me safe no matter what, but so was I to keep him.

'I'm only leaving if I've got you with me.'

'Rain, I'm being serious.'

'So am I. I'm leaving with you, or I'm not leaving.' I argue. 'We do this together.'

He knows there's no winning this fight. 'Together.' He placed another desperate kiss on my lips before turning on the car.

And 2 long hours later, we were in Icheon.

'I'm all set.' Jungkook's voice through the earpiece let us know that his position is secured. He got his sniper and is on the lookout

'I'm all set here as well.' Namjoon spoke as well, letting us know he's in the restaurant across the street, watching the building

'I've got the cameras.' Jin picked up all the surveillance they set up, considering it's not to be believed, we don't need it anymore.

'It's all clear here.' Hoseok was in a coffee shop a bit further down the street, looking out for that way

'I've got the perfect view from here. So far, nothing unusual.' Taehyung rented a room in a motel near the restaurant Namjoon is in, and is having his lookout from the window with Yoongi

'Jimin. The bar. Go.' Namjoon spoke again, telling Jimin to scout the place

'On it.' Jimin nodded

Hiding his knives in his pocket, he took off his hat, letting his hair free. He can't go in there looking like an assasin. Which he is. But he can't look it. He brushed his hand through his hair a few times to get it a bit tidier.