MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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JIMIN POV

We were still neck deep into the fight, and we were tired. It didn't stop. It's been almost an hour since we got here and the fighting ensued. They sent reinforcements, like I thought they would, and we were currently taking them out.

These are more trained. They don't run in headlessly. Meaning, they are still dying, just slower.

'Jimin?'

There it is. My favourite sound in the whole world. She's okay. She's alive. I was about to answer her, but someone jumped on my back, nearly taking me down.

'Jimin.' She called my name again, and this time in panic, but having an arm wrapped around my throat was kind of not giving me a chance to answer.

'Get. Off!' I lifted my legs off the ground and used them to propel my entire body forward, pulling the fucker stumbling down with me. As soon as he fell, I flipped over and rammed a knife into his throat. The blood sprayed into my face, making me close my eyes so it doesn't burn. Too late. Blood in the eye burns like a bitch.

'Anyone? You guys there?' Yoongi added in, having Gyumin answer with a groan

'We're-here!'

'Where is Jimin??' Rain's voice turned to panic, trembling in my ear

'I'm here, baby. Are you okay? Are you hurt?'

I heard her breathe out heavily with relief when I finally got the chance to answer.  'No. No. We're both okay. We set it up. We're about to blow it to bits. Are you-'

The same relief washed over me, hearing that she's alright. 'A single scratch. Literally. Scraped my knee climbing the house.'

She just chuckled breathily, and I could clearly envision her losing the fear of me being hurt, contrary to mine, which started growing.

I lied through my teeth about the scrape. When she sees the cut on my leg, she's going to beat me up for lying, but I can't have her worried. A few cuts are nothing. I've had way worse, but the blood is pissing me off. It's sticky, and it's running down my leg. At this point, it soaked through my sock and leaked into my boot. I can practically hear the squelching sound of stepping around in a wet shoe. Worst thing is that I don't even know how I got it. I didn't even feel it from the adrenaline. I only felt my trousers sticking to me. But something tells me that there will be a lot more blood all over me, so there's no point stressing over this. 

I just got into a new fistfight when the entire ground beneath us shook and vibrated, and the sound of distand explosion carried here. Everyone felt it, and it seemed like time froze for a moment. Eyes jumping around to each other in confusion, but we knew damn well what it was before we even heard him.

'It's done.'  Yoongi announced with a voice filled with pride and joy, and honestly, I feel it, too. They have no place to go back to. A home for a home.

'He's-He's still not h-here.' Hoseok grunted, pushing two guys off of himself

In all honesty, he is taking longer than expected. I expected him to show up the moment we got here. The fucker must have a different plan. There's no way he saw this coming. He is smart, but this is not sitting behind a screen. You can't sort everything out from clicking your mouse a few times.

The guy in front of me finally tuned in and raised a knife at me, and I was honestly too bored to indulge him so I sucker punched him so hard that he flew back and went to sleep. Possibly eternal one, seeing how his head slammed on the concrete floor where it was once covered by wood.

'He's coming.' I answered him after a few long moments. 'Any moment now.'

I can almost feel it. I can sense the cocky bastard nearing inch by inch. I can feel the anger within me growing. It's like I have a radar for the fucker. And he is on his way.