MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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Just like he promised, Jimin rode his bike directly next to the car the entire way home, glancing at my window every few minutes as if he could see me through the helmet and the glass. He may not have been able to see me, but I knew he could feel me, because I could feel him, too.

The adrenaline was slowly letting go, and all that fear from earlier was slowly bubbling up. I saw him get shot. I thought I saw him die. Just the thought of it made my heart go into override, having it hammer against my chest. I was sure it was going to jump out and that I would suffocate, but the car suddenly stopped. We were home.

I opened the door and slipped out of the car, cursing myself for injuring myself in the dumbest fucking way. Hundreds of people died to bullets, knives and bombs tonight, and I sprained my fucking ankle. Mental facepalm gave me a headache, but it was well deserved.

The slams of car doors and groans filled the space that honestly sounded eerily quiet after tonight's war. All the explosions, bullet shots, screams, cries and so on and so on, it all deafened me with the noise, so now when I'm not hearing any of it, it's weird.

I tried standing on my foot but it had cooled down by now, and it felt like a million needles pricked into my leg when I leaned on it, so I simply leaned against the car.

Gyumin and Taehyung got out of their car, with Gyumin dragging out still blacked-out Shadow, while Taehyung ran to the other side.

'Someone give me a hand.'

Jin ran over and the two of them pulled half uncoscious Namjoon out. He was ghostly pale, barely holding himself up. There was blood dripping down his leg from his stomach, leaving a trail on the glossy grey ground as they dragged him inside.

Jungkook was holding onto his shoulder, wincing at the same time as Hoseok, who rubbed his neck, but that was purely cause he was tired. Yoongi walked behind them all, unclipping the holster around his chest and letting his guns hang loosely around him.

'Hey, baby.' Jimin's voice startled me a little as I was still following the guys with my eyes

'Hey.' I murmured back, taking a better look at him 

Those two bullt holes were a lot clearer under these lights, and seeing them once again made my eyes teary in to time. One was dug directly into his heart, the other one only 2 inches to the left. I passed my fingers over them, biting down on my lip to keep it from trembling.

His fingers tipped my chin up, holding it captive as he murmured softly, 'I'm the only one who gets to bite those pretty little lips of yours.'

Locking the words with a kiss, he leaned in and captured my lips with his own. My entire body shuddered under his as he pressed me to the side of the car, and his fingers slipped from my chin to the back of my neck, angling my head back more. He hummed on my lips, letting the vibrations warm them up even more. His tongue flickered over my bottom lip, seeking entrance which I gladly let him have, and then he took away any resemblance of breath I had in me.

Slowly and gently, his tongue caressed mine like he was exploring it for the first time, and until neither of us could take another breath, he didn't let up. Pulling away from the kiss, his teeth captured my bottom lip between them, gently nibbling on it before he let it go, sucked it between his lips once again, then completely pulled away.

'Now you can say it.' He whispered, brushing the tip of his nose over mine

'I lo-'

'No. Don't. Not now. Tell me after the fight. Tell me when you're back in my arms, unharmed, and safe. Tell me when there's nothing else we need to fear. Tell me when it doesn't feel like a goodbye.'