BTS Imagines and Preferences

Your Enemy Becomes Your Bodyguard - Part Nine

"Here," Jimin said, laying the small paper bag beside you. Your dad wouldn't even allow you to go pick up your own prescription and you couldn't meet his eyes as he gave it to you.

"Thanks," you said, looking down at your fingers perched on the keys of your laptop. You were half listening to your professor's lecture, but the audio was fuzzy at parts and you felt unmotivated when you weren't in the classroom.

"Let me get you some food so you can take it," he said, heading towards your door.

"I ate while you were out," you said, reaching in and grabbing out the bottle of pills. Taking one, you knew it wouldn't help right away. It couldn't take away how you felt like a spider wrapped in its own web.

Jimin sat down on the couch again, it seemed he had taken permanent residence on the small two seat couch. You felt a little pang of guilt seeing the way his feet hung off the edge when he laid down.

"You can sit here if you want," you said, glancing in his direction. "I'm just watching a lecture."

His wide eyes locked on you for a second before he got up and walked around the bed, tentatively sitting on it as if to test it you were being honest. When you didn't protest, he brought his legs up and extended them, surpassing your own.

"Is this okay?"

"It's fine." You'd noticed he's been less combative lately. His snide remarks and rolling eyes no longer made an appearance.

"What lecture is this?"

"Business law."

"Sounds boring."

You giggled as he went back to his own work. Jimin liked to read, having read two complete books since the two of you were cooped up.

"I never knew you liked to read."

"You never asked."

A few hours later

You stood on a wrestling mat in the middle of the gym. Normally, you only stepped foot in your dad's home gym when he was traveling. It gave you enough time to make sure weights were carefully placed back and that you had left no trace.

However, you father didn't seem to care now, especially since Jimin stood about two feet away from you.

"I'm gonna teach you some basic self defense tactics," he said. "I want you to practice them correctly and don't worry about hurting me."

You remembered when you were thirteen and your father gave you a similar spiel. He told
You to go for the nose, feet, and groin. Bite and pull on whatever you could reach. That had seemed enough back then.

"Why do I need to practice this if he hired you? And if I can't go outside?" You crossed your arms, arching an eyebrow. You weren't so naive that you didn't know why, you just liked to see the way Jimin squirmed.

"In case I get taken out or we get separated," he said, his voice the sound of a knife on a cutting board. He walked behind you and you could feel his body hovering just outside your personal space.

"An attacker is most likely going to come from behind," he said. "How they grab you will likely depend on the environment. If there's no one around, they might grab your ponytail and pull you down."

Jimin's fingers wrapped around the base of your ponytail. "How would you get out of this?"

"I'd kick backwards."

"You'd lose your balance. Your head is being pulled backwards remember." Jimin's other hand came to your shoulder. "The only thing you could do is turn to face them and use your own body weight against them. If you can turn so your are facing them, they might let go, or it at least gives to more leverage to get free.

You practiced turning as Jimin said. It took a few run throughs until he was satisfied with the technique. "Okay, now if they're being more discreet."

He reached down and his hands came to your waist. "There's two methods to discreet abduction. The first is to act as if they know you and calmly place their hand on your waist or back." His hand came to your back.

"This is the easiest one to get out of. They will use force to lead you where they want you to go, but once you notice, you need to scream. And fight back as much as you can." His hand forced your body in a different direction. "Elbow me in the stomach."

"What?" you asked, looking back at him. His face was firm. "I don't want to hurt you, Jimin."

"It's all right," he said, his fingers rubbing your skin through the thin fabric of your T-shirt. "I need to make sure you do it hard enough."

"O-Okay," you said. You pushed threw your elbow back with as much force as you could muster. His hand fell from your body and you heard a grunt as all the air left his body. You turned around and saw him doubled over, his hand holding his stomach.

"Oh my god, Jimin! I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Did I do it too hard?"

Jimin reached and pressed hand flat against your cheek. His fingertips reaching from just under your eye and the bottom of his palm resting just under the jawbone. The touch caused your mouth to close and your eyes to meet his as he looked up.

"It was perfect, Princess. If anyone tries to hurt you, do it just like that."

"Are you okay?" you asked again, quieter this time as you forced him to sit down on the nearest equipment with a seat.

"I'm fine." He gave you a small smile as he looked up at you.

You didn't take his words seriously and lifted the hem on his shirt, already seeing a bruise beginning to form.

"You're not fine, Jimin. You're gonna bruise. Let me go get you ice."

You walked across the room to where a mini fridge was stalked with water bottles and protein shakes. The small freezer above it held a few emergency ice packs.

You pressed it against his abdomen and his hand soon came to lay over yours.

"You know if something does happen you can't fuss over me like this."

You looked up at him, your lips pouting and brows knitting together. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that if something happens and I get hurt. You can't stop and wait for me. You can't even look back. You need to get away and leave me."

"This isn't that kinda situation."

Jimin sighed, not able to keep a few stray chuckles from falling from his lips. "You're right, Princess. It's not."

"Why do you still call me Princess?" You knew it started off sarcastic, a dig at his perceived notions of your life. But the way he said it now sounded different. It was softer, no malice evident in the pet name.

"I don't know. Do you not like it?"

You shrugged. "No, no, it's fine. I guess, it just sounds different now. It doesn't sound like you're making fun of me anymore."

You sat in the moment, feeling like a carrot floating around a stew pot. Taking your hand from the ice pack, it was red from the cold and you stood up, massaging it.

"Hey," Jimin said, reaching for your hand and pulling it into his own. "Where are you going?"

"I, uh, I don't know. I just thought you didn't need me here anymore."

"I always need you, Y/N. If I lose you, I could lose my job." He laughed and you fell into his lap, but Jimin didn't seem to mind. Your faces were only a couple inches apart and your gaze wandered down to his plump lips. Even when you hated him, you envied whoever got to feel his plush lips against theirs.

You weren't sure how it happened or who leaned in first, but his lips connected with yours. The kiss was simple, if not lazy, but yet, when you pulled away and opened your eyes, fear washed over you.

Jimin saw the look on your face, his hand still holding yours. He sighed and released it, grabbing the ice pack from his stomach.

"I think that's enough for today. Go rest."

Before he could finish his sentence, you were already out of the room.