MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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'How can I love and despise something at the same time?' Jimin muttered to himself as he stared at the open closet

In a way, it's like he opened the closet back at the old house. A void of black fabric on the hangers and shelves. That part, he loves. The part he hates is the fact that barely anything actually fits. It's either too small or too big.

'You could just stay naked all the time. Clothes are completely unnecessary.'

He turned to look at me over the shoulder, that perfect eyebrow higher than usual, and a smirk on those plump lips. 'Really now?' With a soft click, the closet doors closed and he made his way over to me on the bed. Stopping in front of me, he nudged my chin higer up with his bent index finger, 'Why would I ever do that?'

'For my pleasure, of course.'

'Don't give me those eyes, Mrs. Park. I'm a weak, weak man when it comes to you.' He leaned down, parting my lips with his thumb before puzzling his own perfectly against mine

I had a plan of pulling him down with me, but it didn't work as imagined. I felt him smile against my lips before I was suddenly pinned down to the bed, my wrists trapped under his hand. Looking up at him, all I could do was bite my lip to keep the smile hidden, but it's not really working.

'You enjoy torturing me like this, don't you?'

'Say the man who enjoyes the pain.' I tease back

'Touche.' Smiling wider, he leaned back in to give me another kiss, leaving me completely breathless, only to pull away. 'Keep that thought, baby. But let's first inflict some real pain.'

'Mmmm. I love when you talk torture to me.'

He laughed at my joke, pulling me back up gently. 'Come on, my little psycho. We've got some shopping to do.'

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'I love it when you take me to romantic places.' Jimin grinned, placing his hand on his heart as if he's deeply touched, making me laugh

'What can I say, I love spoiling you.' I tease

I haven't been here in so long. A small car mechanic shop before me still smells of rust and dirt. Besides the neon sign above it, nothing changed. It's still the same as it was 5 years ago when I last visited. The same garage, the same dirty walls, the same cover as always. 

Behind the cover of this litte car shop is a man that supplies half the cartels with the weirdest shit they need. Be it limited edition tech or things as weird as baby teeth, he's got it. I don't know how, nor I really care, but the man always got me my acids within hours of my request. He worked with Isui on multiple occasions, that's how I found out about him. But despite what he does, he does not dabble further than that. He doesn't work for anyone but himself, and he is respected for it. If I had to describe him, I'd say he's one of those little kids in a bad neighborhood who's got his back covered by each and every gang around.

'He might pull a stupid act for a moment or two in front of you, or he might pull a gun at you. It's 50-50.' I warn him

Jimin snorted in response, and took my hand in his. 'I'd love to see him try.'

'Don't kill him. He's actually a really nice man.'

'I bet he is.' He snorts again. 'Come on. Let's meet this nice man.'

Hand in hand, we made our way closer. It's been 3 days since the shit went down, and my ankle has been getting better. Meaning it's still swollen and purple and Taehyung told me off for walking, but I was honestly tired of being carried around by Jimin. He barely let me go to the toilet on my own like I'm actually crippled. Either way, I'm walking. Or limping.