MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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A room full of people, and not a word spoken.

Besides Hella's paws tapping around the wooden floors, the only other sounds are the pre-battle ones. Bullets counted and placed in their stock magazines. Guns cocked and checked over, then placed into the holsters. Belts and zips pulled and tightened. And knives.

Jimin's blades were the loudest in my mind, even though those were the only ones not making a sound. He checked over each and every single one of his blades before slipping them in the satchel around both of his thighs. Two guns, one above each of the knives, appeared within a few moments. His katana laid resting against the wall next to him, waiting to be put on his back.

I was looking at him while everyone else was looking at me. I ignored it for as long as I could, but after 20 minutes of eyes burning into me, I thought it was enough.

'What is it?' I sighed and looked around, scanning them all

Every single one of them armed to their teeth, ready to take on an army, yet all of them looking at me like I'm about to jump out through one of the balconies and into a gaping hole in the earth beneath us.

They all looked away, anywhere but at me. Mostly at Jimin, who ignored them like I had.

They're all afraid of what's going to happen, or rather, what could happen. Jimin's plan is insane to say the least, and when he first laid it down, they told him to fuck off because they were convinced he was fucking with them. Except, he wasn't.

'You can stop staring now. No one dies.' Jimin's-no. Angel's voice was loud and clear, and so was his death glare he sent everyone as he looked up from fastening his weapons. 'And I won't either.'

'You better not. If this plan of yours fails-'

'It won't.' He cut into Jungkook's words, shutting him down

'Let's just go over it again quickly.' Namjoon jumped in to soothe the tension, and it somewhat worked. We gathered closer, creating a small circle as Namjoon ran us through the plan in shortest lines possible.

'Yoongi, Rain. Widows. The rest at the House. Wait for the signal. Gyumin?' He looked at him, followed by everyone else

'Just like Jimin hyung said, they're at the house. Not a single camera works. They are still digging through it.'

'Good. Yoongi?'

The scar scrunched as he smirked, tapping his backpack proudly. 'These would take the Buckingham palace down.'

'Good.' He dipped his chin, then looked at me. 'Rain-'

'If you ask me one more time if I'm ready to fight, you will get another fight on your hands tonight.' Everyone started laughing at us both, mostly mocking him, though.

'I was gonna say that you're a fucking badass for doing this.' He looked like a proud father, and warmth spread through my chest at the way his eyes melted through me

'She was always a badass.' Jin nudged me from the side, winking at me

'Mom! Dad! Stop embarrassing me!' I whine like a little embarrassed child, having them start laughing

'I suppose there's no point explaining this further. You all bring your asses back here safely. Anyone gets hurt, I'm kicking your ass.' Everyone chuckled at his threat, including himself. 'Let's fuck them up.'

In unison, everyone headed for the exit, or rather towards the hall that leads to the garage, but before I took a step, Jimin's hand slipped into mine, pulling me slightly back to keep me with him.

Yoongi turned to say something but instead closed his mouth. A gentle smile tugged at his lips and he dipped his chin in a slight nod od understanding, then left.