AU were Jimin is an undercover FBI agent. His partner in crime and love is Lee Taemin. The two are investigating the most notorious Crime Lords in all of South Korea. With the help of a infamous criminal, who goes by the name of Min, the trio team...
Jimin hissed painfully as those timid lips latched to his clavicle. The hand of the offender gradually descended. An icy chill circulated through his shaken figure as he felt his legs being spread with the added weight of the transgressor.
"That should be enough of a scare"
The sentence did not ease his mangled thoughts. The next thing Chim felt was the suffocating weight being eased off his petrified body. Crimson shot eyes observed the blond assailant suspiciously "Come on...." Yoongi grabbed at the victims flailing limbs. The brunet struggled against the venomous grasp but followed the other man reluctantly
The soft prattle of water pulled the frightened boy from his thoughts. He was unaware that his abductor was leading him to a shower. Dumbfounded, Jimin could only stair at the other male as his body was thrust beneath the warm water. Yoongi turned his back to the youth "get washed up...and change" he ordered. He took clothing from a cabinet and placed them near the sink.
Jimin stuttered incoherently "W...why...why are you do--..??" he began but was cut off by an enraged Min "Shut up and change like I said" he barked and Chim flinched back. Yoongi left the little prince to clean himself.
The tepid water aided his inflamed muscles. He inhaled deeply, attempting to settle his nerves so he could take in his situation.
Once the young agent was done he was dressed in a plain white shirt and black jeans. He walked out with his head bowed, hair still dripping wet and eyes still staring shamefully to the floor.
Yoongi looked up to see the boy standing speechlessly in front of the bathroom. He signed irritably and walked towards the other, swiftly concealing the weapon. Chim hesitantly stepped backward as the other approached him. Yoongi stopped
"Here..."
Jimin observed the open palm, in the strangers hand were two tablets. The youth took the pills and a glass of water was then thrust into his small hand "Their just painkillers" the blond stated. Jimin took the gracious offers. He touched his busted lip. Blood was starting to ooz down his lip again. Yoongi took the boy by his small hand and set him to down while he pulled out a first aid kit.
Jimin was speechless, the only thing he could do was stair in wonder. Thin long fingers pressed a cold goop to the corner of those pink lip. Jimin flinched backwards to avoid the sting from the medication. Min chuckled at the pitiful reaction "How did a stupid cry baby like you make it as a FBI agent."
Jimin slapped the ointment from Mins hands, eyes glaring dangerously at the perpetrator "What do you want from me?" Jimin questioned sternly. Yoongi sighed and picked up the bottle of ointment "Stop being a stubborn little shit. I'm not going to hurt you as long as you dont try to punch me again" .
Min put more of the clear goop on his hand and pressed it against the boys bruised lip. Once Yoongi was done with the the treatment the kit was stored away "Where am I?" Jimin asked "Where are my clothing and why did you bring me here?".
Yoongi lazily stood with his hand at his hips"Look around short shit...your in my apartment...which is why I kept telling you to shut the fuck up" he snorted. Jimin looked around the studio apartment.
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To his surprise he wasn't chained in some evil lair. No, the confined space had a typical makeup. Jimin examined the confined space dubiously and the blond waited patiently until he was done. "Why...?" Jimin blushed darkly. "Why did you strip me ?"
Yoongi studied the fragile brunette intensely, his eyes were focused on the little hickey he gave him earlier. Jimin shamefully placed his small hands on the ripening mark and even yoongi had to smirk from his work. Jimin noticed the egotistical male grinning "Answer my question perve" he barked. Yoongi shrugged "You dont remember, do you?" he asked. Jimin shook his head to answer no.
"Dude...you pissed yourself and needed to be cleaned. I already put your clothing in the wash" he said with a chuckle "You really shouldn't drink"
Jimins face flared red " I....I ...but...uhhh" the bumbling mess tried to find his words but Yoongi shrugged it off "You look better in my cloths any way." Jimin stared blankly at the blond "W...what!!??..." before the boy could ask him to repeat the remark Yoongi strolled over to the small kitchen in the corner "Does your head feel better?" he quarried. The boy fallowed cautiously behind him. "Why did you bring me here?" he asked again.
Yoongi poured himself a cup of coffee, paying little attention to the curious youth tailing him. Jimin was growing impatient "I asked you a question again. Why am I here Min Yoongi?"
Yoongi looked to the other,eyes soft but threatening
