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Jimin laid there, arms spread across his bed. No matter what he was doing, planning, assassinating, or even doing nothing, that person appeared in his mind.
Min Yoongi
The pinked hued male turned over to the window on his left, face annoyed as Yoongi's face appeared in his mind. Just remembering him cued memories of that night, and Kitty Gang didn't enjoy those distractions.
The morning sun seeped through the slightly agape curtains, perfectly landing on Jimin's face as he laid. Let's just say Jimin opened his eyes widely without knowing that bright ray of light blinded him for a few seconds. He cursed under his breath as he sat up hastily to recover, hands rushing to rub his eyes. Only an audible thud came after that.
"OW! WHAT THE FUCK!" The pink haired cursed again. Jimin was now on the ground, back against the hard wooden floors.
It turns out he fell since he got up so fast.
Kitty Gang groaned, his hand rubbing his back and head as he stood. He grabbed the pair of clothes that hung from the closet, quickly put in on, and then walked out of his room and into the living room.
The Living Room
The Park shook his head, which was very poor attempt to rid his mind of those 'flashes'. He sighed, trying to ignore the space and walk forward to the kitchen. The refrigerator door swung open, the male quietly picking out a few eggs and bacon from the cold shelves.
Stove, on.
Frying pan, out.
The pink haired sighed again and then cracked the eggs, the amount being two. The male then took the pack of bacon, placing about 4 long strips onto the same frying pan. He silently put two eggs on the plate, bacon respectfully next to them. Rice was next, thus Jimin added an acceptable amount.
Walking his way to a seat at the table Kitty Gang took the plate. He chewed on his food, himself satisfied on how it tasted.
"It's not that bad..." He thought.
Jimin opened the fridge again, reaching out the the carton of strawberry milk that laid there. To be honest, Jimin had a weird obsession when it comes to strawberry milk. He'd drink it almost everyday and at anytime when some was around, it's his absolute favorite. Kitty Gang sat, his elbow on the table, holding the milk carton upwards, as his lips clasped the straw lightly. He turned his head to look towards his left.
'Don't mind' The male slurred.
The pink haired choked on his beverage, eyes growing large as he spat it out. Jimin's eyes became glassy due to his coughing. He hastily stopped, running to get a towel to clean up the liquid that spilled.
"Why am I always-" Jimin thought, swiping up the liquid, "Why am I so distracted..."
The mess was soon cleaned up, the plate placed in the sink, trash thrown away. Kitty Gang directed himself to the bookshelf, why? There was a certain door hidden behind the heavy shelves, but thankfully there was a little maneuver system that helped the small male move it.
With the rose hued standing up in front of the locked door, his heart began to pound horribly.
He was nervous for some reason?
No, he couldn't possibly.
He's done these interrogations before.
He's not nervous..
Hand met the silver handle of the door, twisting it then pulling it open.
There he was, sitting with his head down.
Agust D
"Wake up." He demanded the blonde as he approached him carefully, just like a cat stalks their prey.
"Pft" Jimin heard from his captive, "Do you think I sleep when I know you are keeping me captive?"
"Touché~" Kitty Gang hums, finally in front of Agust D. He clasps his hands together, "So, this will go either the hard way, or the easy way. I won't stop til' I get what I want, Okay?"
"The fuck you want." He growled, teeth baring.
"I want to know," Jimin purred, hand slipping its way to Yoongi's chin. Harshly bringing it up to meet eye contact, "What your shitty mafia is planning to do."
"You think I'm just going to tell you?" Agust D chuckled, a smirk formed on his bruised face, "You're more spoiled than I thought you were."
"I'm not spoiled." The other responded bluntly, eyes now glaring daggers, "It's just no one has the strength to object me, until now."
Winning constantly came quickly for Kitty Gang, the glare on his face and the pain he gave to his victims always made them snap under pressure. But, Agust D was proving to be more difficult. Never in his career had someone reject him like this, especially if it was Yoongi.
How could someone that found Jimin so irresistible, be able to completely shun Kitty Gang out?
"Well sorry, Kitten," Yoongi responded, smile spreading at the form of the new nickname, "Times change. You can't rule everyone with the wave of your stupid hand."
'Kitten', the standing male swore a wave of warmth flooded through his body once he heard it.
His mind believed that he was growing more frustrated, but was his body agreeing to that?
Out of that sudden reaction Kitty Gang wrapped his fist around the seam of the other's shirt, successfully pulling the male closer to him.
"I'm not going to give you a whole lifetime to provide me with a simple answer," He hissed, fist clenching even tighter.
"Great." The blonde responded, grin widening, "End my fucking misery."
Jimin growled, shoving Yoongi backwards as he let him go. Of course he couldn't kill him, though it was his original plan. The day that Jimin informed his Uncle about Agust D's capture was the day that his plans changed. Sung-Ho told Jimin to let him live, that Agust D was crucial to acquire information about the opposite mafia.
He wasn't wrong...
"I'd rather watch you suffer painful torture than let you die without pain." Jimin fought, gaze looking down upon the other.
"At least I'm finally dead." Another chuckle swept through Agust's lips. His dark eyes reflecting off of Kitty Gang's rich brown ones.
Why was this so difficult?
Jimin should of won by now...
The door slammed shut and this time Kitty Gang was on the other side. His back was once again against the door, mind aggravated. His palms turned in fists as he made his way to dining table.
