𝑇𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ~ 𝓥𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴 ~ 𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐴𝑈

🅛🅔🅣'🅢 🅟🅛🅐🅨 pt III

Jimin would've thought that moment was the end of him, his last breath, his last heartbeat, his last thought. He should've been scared but it all faded away the moment the other man spoke. The voice was so familiar, the same husky deep tone he heard enough times to be burned in his mind, to easily recognize it from a mile away.

Jimin smiled, even though it was almost close to a smirk. Jimin knew better than to tease Taehyung in such situations, for there was no telling what crazy act he may do next, but he couldn't help but smile nevertheless.

He felt the gun push harder against his skin, so hard he was sure it will leave a mark on his forehead. But Jimin learned it's an act Taehyung would only do if he felt somehow confused or threatened.

“The fuck you're smiling for? Wanna know what would be funnier bitch, huh?” Taehyung asked through gritted teeth and Jimin just held himself from laughing outloud at how uptight Taehyung was getting over him just smiling.

But what would be scarier than a man laughing at his own death? Jimin totally understood why his action seemed to unsettle Taehyung, but he couldn't help but smile wider.

Taehyung was unaware he was Jimin yet, and he was aware the latter could just pull the trigger at any given moment, so Jimin shifted his hand to put it right on Taehyung's own, on the one with the gun.

“Take that out of my face, babe.”

Taehyung almost dropped the revolver when he heard his soft voice, his eyebrows raised up in surprise and he tugged the gun away on the ground, holding Jimin’s face with both hands as if to make sure the voice wasn't just in his head, that it was Jimin indeed standing in flesh and bones right in front of him.

Taehyung got closer with a vigilant look, he just had to lock eyes with Jimin, even in the pitch black darkness, to be certain it was really him, and his gaze didn't take even a fraction of a second to turn rather tender and affectionate, and he smiled. 

Taehyung hugged him next, so tight Jimin was almost crushed between his muscular arms. And Jimin had to wonder from where did all of this affection suddenly come from. Was Taehyung thinking he would never come after him?

Was he thinking that it must take him far more time to eventually do something? Was he thinking he'd just sit there and cry because he got caught? Was he thinking he should just save him the hussle and ran away alone?

Jimin was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt Taehyung's lips on his own, sweet and plump, tasting like cigarette smoke and mint, the same usual addicting taste Jimin grew to associate with Taehyung.

Jimin couldn't help but melt into the kiss, with Taehyung's hands all over him, bodies pressed against one another, heavy breathing and constricted little moans right inside of the prison's hallway.

It took Jimin quite too long to realize they shouldn't be kissing in the 3rd floor of prison facility, and even when it was hot, and he was getting all hot just the same. He still thought it was a terrible idea to make out in the place they forcefully broke into, and could be arrested inside of it just as well. It hit him hard in the head how they should be running out instead, and he needed every ounce of his will to break off the kiss.

“You're so damn hot, Park Jimin.” Jimin couldn't help but blush at the words, and he was thankful it was so dark that Taehyung wouldn't be able to see it.