The elevator door opened with a ding. As I stepped out I walked down a hall of doors. One door was left half open. 3B. I pushed the door open and loaded my gun once again. "Jimin? Come out.." I warily stepped in. The suspense built up within each step. "Jimi-" I was cut off as I felt a gun tip on the back of my head. I turned my ankle and had my hand on the tip of the gun and on his wrist. Within half a second I pushed my hand forward and left the gun in a spiral, landing on the floor.
I wrapped my arm around his head and held him in a headlock. "2, Stop doing this.." I sighed as I held the gun to his head. "My name isn't 2. It's jimin. Dummy!" He tapped on my arm before I let him go. "I love you,"Jimin said happily. I sighed. "You aren't real, 2." He stepped forward. "I know." He smiled. And my name is Jimin. Not 2." He continued to approach me before the door was kicked fully open and a bullet was shot at the floor. "(Y/n)..That's my cue. See you soon." Jimin said before he escaped through the window. "Honestly (Y/n)..you're too nice to him. Here, I found this" He held his hand out and gave me an old floppy disk.
"What's this for?" I asked. "Don't know. Check it for yourself. I just found it in the hallway." He turned and went back to the main floor. "Let's go (Y/n). I brought the bike up front. Come back with 5, kay?" 8 announced over the main system. "Alright."
I plugged my visor into my port and looked for Namjoon. "5?" I passed the entrance of the place and saw him outside, waiting for me on the bike. "Hop on. I'll drive it." He said. "Alright." I jumped onto the back of the bike and held my arms around his waist and leaned my head on his back. As he slouched down and started the bike, I felt his spine against my cheek. Is that weird? I didn't think it was at the time. The bike rode forward, cutting through the air without any problems before we passed another bike from our association. My visor showed the ID number as yoongi's. "We passed 4."
Namjoon nodded as we continued to zoom through the air. I connected the radio and spoke, "4 everything okay back there?" I said as the visor spread across my eyes, showing yoongi as he stood in his spot next to the bike. "I'm fine 7, I just stopped for a break. too much wind for me y'know?" he consulted. I pushed my tongue towards my cheek before speaking again. "Whats that in your pocket?" I asked. his nostrils flared before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes. "4 I thought you were over that.." He sighed. "I needed it at some point. it's my first time doing it this month at least?" He shrugged. "Why are you questioning that?" I sighed. "Whatever. I'm not surprised. You should head back though. its dark and who knows what'll happen alone at night."
"I'm a man. what would happen to me that I couldn't handle? " He said before he had a smug look on his face. "Whatever you say. I'm not saving your ass if something happens though." I turned off the band and looked forward. "we're here." Namjoon said. "Thanks for driving, Joon." I kissed his cheek and ran inside. "Jung Hoseok! Where you at?" I shouted up the stairs. "Whaaat?" I heard from the last room down the hall. I walked up the long case of stairs and stopped at his door. Next to it was Jimin's room. Before I opened the door to Hoseok's room there was a crack of light under Jimin's. I pushed the door open with a tiny creek and indeed saw Jimin sitting on the balcony of his room. "Took you long enough." He chuckled.
"What are you doing here? On a death mission?" I whispered. "Of course not." He laughed. "I just wanted to see you, (y/n)." His legs hung loosely from the railing. "Wah! Be careful Jimin!" I ran towards him and pulled him back by his waist, leaving him to fall on top of me back first. "I was fine you know." He said plainly. "But now I know you care." He turned and laid on top of me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "I miss you. You know that right?" He asked. "Jimin.."
"Please don't say anything. Just let me lay here by your side (Y/n)." I wrapped my arms around his head and sat in silence as he stayed in my arms. "Things like that happen in cliches. You're gonna have to go Jimin. You aren't even allowed to be here in the first place. You know what you did and its all your fault-"
His hand came out from under my back to my jaw. He spoke through his teeth as tears flowed down his face. "Shut up (Y/n)! You wouldn't understand! You'll never understand! I did what I did because I needed to alright?!"
"No Thing! You didn't need to kill anyone! It wasn't his fault! And I think you should leave!" I shoved his back and stood up. "H-Hoseok! Hoseok!" I shouted. "(Y/n)..." Jimin stood up and jumped out the window. I teared up as I watched him leave. "(Y/n)? whats wrong?!" Hoseok came stumbling in. "Is this about Jimin again? Listen (Y/n) I know you miss him but it's over now. We have to kill him instead. If you think about it its just karma! right?" He chuckled. "I guess.." I leaned my head into his chest.
"Thank you, Hoseok."
"Eh? for what?" He raised his arms. "Waitttt! Do you want something? Is this why you're being nice?" I pouted before speaking again. "I cant be nice just because?" I smiled.
