BTS ONE-SHOTS!!!

Jimin x Zoey Mafia

⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning: This will have sexual content. If you don't like reading those kinds of thing, I recommend you don't read this chapter.⚠️⚠️⚠️

It was late at night and Jimin, the top mafia boss in South Korea was busy looking into a situation with a shipment that was suppose to come in yesterday.

"Damn it... where the fuck is it?!" He paces around his office, now messy from the nights he's spent on working on his computer instead of sleeping.

"Uh boss? You ok?"

Zoey stood outside in her assassin outfit, worried about her boss and best friend. Jimin rubbed at his temples, and took a deep breath.

"I'm fine..." He sits at his desk, and continues to type something on his laptop.

"Stupid assholes... I knew something was up." The only sound that could be heard in the office was the frantic taps of an inpatient foot, and the somewhat slower sounding clicks of the young mafia leader's laptop. Zoey wanted to walk into her friends office and help him but she knew she couldn't. Whenever Jimin got like this, he would tend to yell at anyone who disturbed him. Nonetheless, concern got the best of the young assassin and she walked into the office. Jimin listened to the light footsteps that approached him but didn't look up from his work, only raising an eyebrow in question. He couldn't afford to take a break now. His entire corporation was riding on this stupid trade! When he heard no response to his inquiry, he grunted.

"What is it?"

Zoey hesitated before responding to her boss.

"You said you were fine, but, I can tell somethings up. Is there anything I can do?", she asked. Sighing, Jimin appreciated her concern. He really did. But it wasn't necessary.

"A sandwich? You can't really help me out here. Not yet, anyway."

Withdrawing a sigh of defeat, Zoey once again stepped of the office to make Jimin his sandwich. Enjoying the quiet, Jimin shifted as he tried to focus on his work. His eyes were sinking from the bags underneath them, sleep calling his name, tempting him. The feelings of restlessness and sleep deprivation were making him moody. Zoey came back to the office, holding the sandwich Jimin ordered. As she walked in, she founded Jimin having a battle between himself and sleep.

"You should get some rest.", Zoey said, setting down the sandwich.

"What I should be doing, is..." He trailed off. Eyes lidded, he realized that he was losing the battle to not sleep. Jimin quickly shook his head, and hit the keyboard firmly.

"What I should be doing is sorting out this deal."

He nodded at her as thanks, and took the sandwich, stuffing half of it in his mouth.

"Which I am," he said, but it came out muffled.

"Well, obviously you're nodding off as well. Your eye bags also say you need more sleep.", Zoey replied, folding her arms while leaning on one foot.

"I can't sleep if I know my entire organization has the potential to crumble for something as minuscule as a trade! I still don't know how someone can fuck up a simple hand off..." Jimin trailed off, angrily murmuring under his breath.He froze. Eyes still on the computer that was causing him to get a headache, he thought it over. It would be appreciated, but Zoey already does so much for him outside of her actual job. This is his responsibility. He looked up to see her giving him a glare, hands crossed with her checks starting to squish into a firm pout. There really was no way out of this. Stretching, he leaned back and turned his head to face the ceiling, avoiding her eyes.