BTS Imagines and Preferences

Your Enemy Becomes Your Bodyguard - Part Eleven

"You know, it's funny you came to me for this," Jiseok said, as the car moved down the highway. You did your best to look out the window and try not to think about the last time you sat in the passenger seat of his car.

"You're the only one that would help me out with this." You finally looked over at your ex-boyfriend. "And, I know you can keep a secret."

Jiseok's hands gripped the wheel a little tighter as he exited the highway towards a small town outside the city. He was familiar with it, because he had taken you to it before.

"What exactly are you going to do? You're not gonna frame me for something?" He arched an eyebrow at her, his dark joke not going unnoticed.

You rolled your eyes. He knew damn well you didn't have to frame him for anything in order to ruin his life. Yet, you would have to frame him for people to believe you.

"If I did, you'd deserve it."

He laughed. "Yeah," he said. "I would." Jiseok didn't take his eyes off the road and it surprised you how he seemed so focused on keeping the car straight on the road.

"Do you feel bad?" you asked, turning to look directly at his profile. Noticing the way his jaw clenched backward when you asked the question. "Did you have to do therapy too? Do you still see their faces in your dreams?"

"Y/N, let's not talk about this."

"No," you said, not a ounce of shakiness evident in your voice. "You don't get to say that Jiseok. Not after what you put me through, and what you did to that family."

"You don't think I feel bad?" he asked, his voice raising as he sat up straighter in the driver's seat. "I'm not a psychopath, Y/N. But, it was a childish mistake and I can't live my life dwelling on it."

"I don't have that choice, Jiseok. Do you think I want to have this nightmares and faint any time I feel the least bit panicked? I wish I could move on and not relive that night everyday."

Jiseok didn't say anything, the road noise overpowering the silence between you. He turned onto the country road towards the lake and you relaxed a little at the familiar site.

"I don't know what you want me to do, Y/N," he said, his voice quiet and muted, like you'd turned the volume down.

"I want you to apologize and take responsibility. It wouldn't have ruined your career if you're just done it back then. You still could've gone to America. You would've lost the scholarship anyway. Your life would be the same."

Jiseok stayed quiet as he pulled up to the shore of the lake. You pulled out the door handle and felt the door unlatch. Looking back at your ex-boyfriend, you made eye contact with him. The first time you voluntarily met his eyes in years.

"Don't wait for me."

***

Jimin got out of the shower, towel drying his hair and getting dressed. A small smile crossed his lips as he thought about spending another day with you. He become accustomed to staying in sweatpants all day and watching documentaries or reading.

In the short time he'd worked for your father, the mission had become more than just the way he earned his paycheck.

He got dressed, pulling on his thin bulletproof vest, T-shirt, and sweats. Jimin wondered if you'd noticed he wore it. It wasn't the typical protective vest that was large and bulky and would show beneath his fitted t shirts, it was meant to look as if he weren't wearing on.

Your bedroom seemed quiet and Jimin wondered if you'd fallen asleep. He tossed the towel over his shoulder and walked out.

"Y/N?" he asked, seeing your unmade bed empty. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, flitting down to wear you normally kept your purse. It was gone.

Throwing the towel down, he checked every room in the house. You were nowhere to be found. His heartbeat quickly and he ran his hand through his hair as he looked towards the door of your father's office.

***

"What do you mean she's gone?" your father asked, standing up from his desk. His voice wasn't nearly as angry as Jimin had expected, it was almost as if he knew this was going to happen eventually.

"Then why are you still here?" he asked. "Go look for her."

"I have no idea where she would've gone, sir. I need your help."

The man looked at Jimin for a second too long that it made him feel uncomfortable. He knew losing you made him look bad, he should've gone without a shower. He got too comfortable with you and trusted you too much not to run off.

Jimin should've seen it coming. Growing up, you always did the opposite of whatever people wanted you to. He remembered back to a dinner between your family and his, when you refused to eat and played with your food because you father had forced you to come. You'd even spurned the pretty chocolate cake and the animal crackers Jimin tried to sneak you.

In high school, you protested the dress code, wearing spaghetti strap tank tops and skirts just a hair above your longest finger. He'd seen  you in the principal's office once, your chin held high, almost as if you were in a negotiation rather than a berating.

Jimin held back his smile as he remembered these memories. His fingertips twitched when he heard a car door outside.

"Go to the college," your father finally spoke up. "I'll send my men to other place she might be. We need to find her before it gets dark and before something happens."

Jimin nodded. "There's no reason to suspect she left of anything beyond her free will at the moment. You should stay here in case she comes back and for your own safety, sir."

"Bring my daughter back, son. You might be the son of a former cabinet member, but you no longer have a strong political backing. It wouldn't take much to ruin you."

A knock sounded on the door and Jiseok walked in, his keys still dangling from his fingers.

"She's out at the lake," Jiseok said, his eyes glazing over the other men and feeling the tension in the room. "I just dropped her off."

"You what?" Jimin asked, stunned brag Jiseok's voice was so steady and he almost sounded bored.

"She asked me to take her out there," he said. "Y/N always used to go out there when she needs to think."

"She's not supposed to leave this house," Jimin said, his face becoming red "You've left her alone and completely exposed." He wanted to slam Jiseok against the wall, punch his jaw, question why he leave you vulnerable. But he knew that he didn't have time.

Jimin grabbed the keys to the car and put the directions to the lake into the GPS. "I'm coming, Princess."