Imperium | BTS Mafia AU (NamJoon FanFic)

Lessons

I exhaled and pulled the trigger. The taste of gunpowder was thick in my throat. I brought the gun down, aiming it at the ground, putting my fingers on the trigger guard. I looked at my shot, perfectly centered between the eyes of the dummy. 

"Still needs work," SeHun discredited my efforts, again. I gave him the side-eyed glare, throwing daggers at his very being. "Let's go inside. I'm tired of being dissapointed," He slid the glass door open, indicating that the long practice was over. I packed up the sniper and stalked my way inside. NamJoon was waiting for me in the common area, like he always did.

"How did it go?" He asked with a sweet smile. He always confused me. One second, he's be a complete asshat, but the next second, he'd call me beautiful and praise everything I did. He needed to make up his mind; did he hate me or did he like me? Maybe he just tolerated me.  Either way, he never failed to puzzle me. 

"It went alright," I replied. I didn't show him any niceness or any emotion at all. I was still mad about his demeaning comment. 'If you're going to act like a child, I'll treat you like one'; it was absolute bullshit. I wan't acting like a child; JiMin was. I was merely just stunned by his sudden affection.

 NamJoon twirled his key ring on his fingers, "Let's go then." I started walking before him. I stayed ahead of him the entire way back to the car, ducking under tree branches and jumping over large rocks. I waited beside my door, patiently waiting for NamJoon to unlock the door. He caught up to me in huffs and pants. 

"Are you alright?" he asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I jerked my shoulder away. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered plainly. He obviously knew something was bothering me, but he shrugged it off and unlocked the door. 

The ride home was completely wordless. We didn't even look at each other. The tension between us built a wall, separating us from each other. When we got back home, he didn't even open the door for me. It seems like his chivalry was all an act. We walked our separate ways, him going to his office and me going to the kitchen to grab a drink. JiMin was already in the kitchen getting a snack. He turned around; he was surprised to see me. 

"Uh, hey," he sheepishly greeted me. I'd also been perplexed by JiMin's behavior. Most of the time he was as confident and cocky as NamJoon, but he'd switch up quickly and become a shy baby boy. His cheeks would be washed over in a roseate flush and he would lower his head a bit. It was the complete opposite of his usual self. 

"Hey," I swung the fridge door open and grabbed a water. JiMin took a bite of his sandwich.

"I know this may seem awkward, but when do you want me to show you the tips?" He said between bites.

"Tips?"

"Yeah, acting tips."

"Oh, I guess right now is fine," I took a sip of water and he smiled lightly. 

"Alright, um, let's go," He led the way to his room, "If you want me to keep the door open, we can." I shook my head.

"No, JiMin. I'm fine being in here with you," I closed the door behind me. He sat on his bed and awkwardly patted next to him. I took a seat and basked in the delicate situation. 

"So, this is more of a lesson on the art of seduction," He began his lesson, " I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Are you sure you want to do this?" He kept rubbing the sheets between his fingers and he wouldn't make eye-contact. 

"Yes, JiMin. I promise," I chuckled. I honestly had completely gotten over what had happened in the corridor just days before. I figured JiMin had gotten all of the desire out of his system and that's why he's acting like an adolescent.

"Alright," he inched closer to my body, "When you want to seduce someone, firstly, you want to make sure that you look your best. You want to exude confidence and sexiness. How you do that is make eye-contact, smile at the appropriate times really big, and make yourself seem like you're in charge. You'll have to work on that, but you'll get it eventually." JiMin placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed small circles into my skin with his thumb. "Now, you want to engage skinship after you've gotten their attention. You could casually touch their shoulder or their hands, but make sure it's subtle. If it's too straightforward, you could turn them off. The point of this is to build tension and make them need you," he explained to me, staring me in the eyes. His voice became clearer and his eyes became more hooded as he slipped into his usual character. "Get closer to them," He leaned into me, ghosting his lips on my ear. Shivers surged throughout my body. The touch of his lips lingered on my neck and he made his way down to my collarbone. He left small kisses across my clavicle. "You're such a good little girl," his voice was rough and coated in the same lust that overtook him in the corridor. It was a natural instinct to close my eyes. His breath was slow and cold across the kisses he left on my skin. He'd touched slowly down my arm and grabbed my hand to place it around his neck. I obeyed and wrapped my fingers into his hair, still as soft as the first time I touched it. His lips moved up my neck, littering kisses along the way. He traced my jawline with his lips before softly kissing my lips. His lips were soft and much bigger than mine. The kiss was quick, but he kept biting my lips, nipping at my skin. I tried to suppress the itching urge to moan, but it didn't work. He smirked against my skin and raked his fingers across the skin of my back gently. 

"Tsk tsk tsk, I knew you children couldn't play nicely." The moment JiMin and I had created was shattered by NamJoon's victorious voice. We broke out contact to face a smirking man. "You really need to make sure you close the door all the way," He turned to leave, "and YuNa, my dear baby girl, you're grounded."