Good luck reading this behemoth lmao
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[SCI FI • ENEMIES TO LOVERS]
In 2330, a charming criminal named Park Jimin discovers a mysterious space artifact that uproots his entire life. His hundreds of criminal offenses? They no longer matter. His...
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SEASON 4 EPISODE 13
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Location:
Jimin's ship, floating in Akila's orbit.
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Jimin
What the fuck.
Those three words had surrounded Jimin's mind for the past day. His skin tingled at the thought of what he and Y/n had done, and how she had brushed it off afterwards. How they had to pretend it hadn't happened. Or, she had to.
Jimin sat in the cafeteria with his eyes as wide as they had been since the moment he had made love to her. Crewmates had attempted to ask him for orders, but he fumbled around and told them to take a break day, though they had little time for breaks with the intensity of the Rangers case.
No one had pried, and no one seemed to put two and two together to discover it had to do with Y/n. Y/n, in the two times he had seen her since, acted nonchalant. The same as she had for the past year and a half. No one suspected anything. Hell, if Jimin hadn't been there the previous night, he would've believed her performance, too.
An uneaten steak sat on the table with a cold water next to it. Jimin had tried to "treat himself" to one of the shitty meal packs with potential diseases inside. New Atlantis was where they ordered their food from, and he wouldn't put it past Logan to meddle with the manufacturers to ensure Jimin and his crew received the garbage meals. Though, to be fair, they tasted good. They reminded him of his time with Hobi, shipjacking and stealing every other day.
His alone time was interrupted by Kim Taehyung stepping inside, his curls bouncing as he did so. He knocked on the side of the archway entrance, and Jimin nodded.
"You don't need my permission to enter."
"I know, but..." Taehyung trailed off and tip-toed over, slinking down across from Jimin. "What about to talk?"
"Talk?"
"Yeah. What's going on?"
Jimin didn't know why, but the sight of Taehyung's concerned eyes had him setting his fork down and dabbing his lips with his napkin. Not like he ate anything anyway.
It was time to rip it off like a band aid. He didn't care how much saying the words aloud could impact him.
"Y/n and I had sex last night."
Taehyung almost fell off his seat, and Jimin watched the man struggle to regain his footing with his pupils dilated and his eyes about to burst free of his skull.
