MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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I honestly thought my lungs would be burning, but I was surprisingly more than alright even after running 15 miles. Yes, they were burning from the cold, burning through my sinuses with the temperatures that are falling rapidly as the winter approaches, but in terms of indurance, not bad at all.

And neither is Hella. I swear she has some batteries somewhere in her. One of those that power a space station. She was sprinting all over the place. She peed in every damn bush we ran past. I thought I'd have a few dead cats on my hands, but she actually didn't even bother with them. Completely ignored them, like they weren't there. I have a feeling there is a person trapped inside this dog.

By the time we got back, it was nearly 7, and Hoseok, Jin, and Taehyung were already up.

Seeing how they didn't say a single word to me, I figured they finally decided to keep their lives and stay out of my way. But they still had no issues with Hella. She happily ran around, saying hello to all of them, getting the princess treatment from them.

As much as my lungs are okay, my legs are not. I can feel every muscle spasming from the long run. The feeling of when you stop moving, and then you feel them relax one by one, twitching at times.

I contemplated coming back later to eat, but I really need to bring my weight back, so I sat down at my place where I usually eat. I felt them looking at me and at each other, probably confused as this is the first time in a while I actually sat here, or anywhere near them, but as long as they don't talk to me, I can act like they're not there. Unfortunately, I can't act like Hella isn't there. She sure won't allow that to happen.

She walked under the table and shoved her head between my thighs, laying her head on the chair, looking up at me with the biggest puppy eyes.

'I just fed you. 5 minutes ago.'

She whined at me, bumping me with her nose a bit too close to where I'd like her face to be. I'm not being castrated like this.

'Hella, out from under the table.'

I was happy she listened, but this sneaky shit just walked around to my side and laid her head on my leg from my right side.

'This dog sure loves getting scratches and pets after she eats.' Taehyung commented, pretending to talk to Jin, but I know full well he's talking to me

I sighed deeply but quietly, scratching her around the neck, and that big, dumb grin spread on her face. She booped me on the leg a bit more, nuzzling to it, and then left to lay in her bed. Must have finally gotten tired.

Being left in peace, I managed to eat a lot more than I thought I would. My stomach felt a bit too full, but that's how it has to be until I'm used to it. But I can't just put the weight back on. I need to turn that gain into muscle. Training it is.

I might need to join a gym or something. I can't keep fighting the bags. I need some actual combat. But I'd rather die than ask one of them for it, plus, I'd kill them. I guess I'll get my combat training from the next cartel I plan on going to. Well, depending if they let me through or not.

After a few hours of killing my muscles and feeling achey, I went back upstairs, overfeeding myself and then locking myself in my room. I was dressed and ready, waiting for the night to fall to go out.

I've done as much as I could last night with the information I got from Choryu. I can't track Ren, but I can track down the place he told me about.

I'm not Namjoon and I'm definitely not Gyumin, but I can crack through a few cameras if I need to. And they sure helped me to see what's going on.

The place is an old factory that's been foreclosed only 3 years into it being opened. It was a company that produced fabrics, but being long closed, I'm not surprised it's being used by a cartel. What I am surprised about is how close to civilisation it is. But that's good. Easier to get to.