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Nothing, Nothing.| Jimin

🚫✖warnings: obscene language

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     He liked to say he had a personality of gold.

     In a sense, his personality wasn't as golden when he had you backed up against the cold brick wall, with the barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead.

     The loose stones bite at the exposed flesh of your bare back; but you pay them no mind.

    Your fingers remained loose at your sides, almost twitching in anticipation of getting the gun strapped to your thigh. Undoubtedly, Park Jimin probably knew it was there. Perhaps he was waiting for you to grab it. Maybe he was curious.

    Or maybe he was just dense.

    But there aren't many things in the city of Seoul that Park Jimin doesn't know about. Which, in hindsight, might be why he was threatening to empty the chamber right into your frontal lobe.

    "Are you going to pull the trigger, Park?" You ask, looking up at him. Park Jimin, the known Prince of Seoul and mafia leader, wasn't that tall. His height greatly contradicted his behavioral tendencies, but that didn't make him tall.

   Yet, he still loomed over you intimidatingly.

     Even if you were wearing thigh-high heeled boots.

     "And kill my favorite enemy? No. That'd be too easy, love." Jimin smirks, his lips pulling back softly. A hint of a dimple shows on his right cheek; but you were a tad too busy to let a man's dimple distract you now.

     "Really? I'm already your favorite? We aren't even on a first-name basis." You retort evenly, pressing your back farther into the brick wall.

    You were caught. Trapped between a mafia leader and a brick wall.

     They should be writing metaphors about you at this point.

    "Oh how stupid of me. You can call me Jimin. Or oppa. Preferably the latter, but Jimin would suit me just fine as well." He smirk doesn't relent.

     "Fantastic, Jimin," you say, refusing to let yourself to stoop as low as to calling the man with a gun to your head oppa. "You can just call me (Y/n)."

    "Aw, no nickname? And I thought we were getting close." Jimin cocks the handgun.

     "I'm sorry," you fake a pout. "Here, I won't even say goodbye. We'll see eachother very soon, Park Jimin." You promise.

   Immediately, you shift your weight onto your right foot, bringing your left leg up and kicking as hard as your muscles would let you, right between his legs. The gun disappears from your peripheral, giving you the opportunity to fall forward onto your hands and swing your now-free right leg past Jimin.

   The mafia leader, clutching his crotch and groaning, easily fell. You dust your hands off, and exit the alleyway wordlessly.

    Three men in suits sprint past you; only one of them noticing you. But he turns, and continues running to Jimin.

    "What happened?!" Taehyung demands, the first to reach Jimin. Namjoon hovered behind Taehyung, while it was Yoongi who stood back and watched you disappear from sight.