Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

7

I showered and put on the bathrobe. I washed my clothes in the shower as well, leaving them to dry over the towel railing. I'm not going anywhere out of the room so no one will see me. And I'm not in the mood to eat.

*knock knock knock*

'Yes?' I ask from the inside, not opening the door

'Open up.' It's Jimin's voice

I cracked the door open the tiniest bit, not wanting him to see me, but all I saw was a bag on the floor. He already walked off down the hall.

I took the bag and closed the door, looking inside. Clothes. Men's clothes. But they're clean. I'm not gonna complain.

The sweatpants would fall off if I didn't twist the waist edge twice and tied it up. But the sweatshirt is comfy. It's too big on me, but it's soft and it smells nice. Weirdly cosy.

I got woken up by more knocking on my door. I must have dozed off at some point, because I can see the sun through the thin white curtain. Haven't felt this rested in a while to be honest.

I got up and opened the door to find Jungkook in front. 'Morning, morning.' He grins and looks me up and down, then chuckles. 'It's breakfast time. Come on.'

'I'm not hungry.'

'Yeah, that wasn't an option. I'll be waiting here. You've got a minute.' He's leaned onto the wall next to the door, actually waiting for me

Thanks to their bathroom being equipped, I was able to brush my teeth and all that. Just make myself look as human as possible.

'Ah, look at you. Ready in no time. Come, come.' He sounds nice and polite, but he is not as nice with his actions. He pulled me so hard I almost fell.

'Can you not pull me? I'm walking.' I wince at his tight grip on my arm

'Oh, yeah. Sure.' He giggles but he lets go, letting me walk behind him to wherever he's taking me

A dining room with a massive table and a shitton of food on it. And 6 guys already sitting down around, eating and drinking coffee and such.

'Morning.' Namjoon gives me a smile

'M-morning.' I mumble, not knowing where to look

'Have a seat. You must be hungry.' He says

'I'm not really, to be honest.'

'Can you do anything without complaining?' Jimin looks at me with those dagger-shooting eyes

'I can slap you without complaining.' I muttered under my breath

'What was that?' He cocks his eyebrow

'Nothing.' I lie

'That's what I thought. Now sit down.' He points his knife to a chair, telling me where to go

I sat down next to that Taehyung guy, who seemed all bubbly for some reason. He was smiling, then that smile turned into snickering, and then he full on started laughing.

Is he okay? Does he have mental issues?

'She looks better in your clothes than you do.' He laughs at Jimin, making him roll his eyes in annoyance

Oh, no. This is his?!

'Is this really yours?' I ask Jimin

'I don't collect women's clothing in my free time. It's that or walk naked. Your choice.' He shoots back

'You will have clothes brought to you later. Until then, you'll have to make do.' Namjoon says to me

'Thank you. I'll give these back to you as soon as I change.' I tell Jimin

'No, thanks. You can keep it.' He made a disgusted face, making Taehyung laugh again

Now I feel disgusted that I feel cozy in this. Did it have to be his?

'Come on. Eat.' Jin cut in, putting some food on my plate

'Sure. Thank you.' I bowed a little, trying to look anywhere but at any of them, without my eyes keep going to Jimin. I just have a feeling that one of his knives will fly into my face at some point, so I'm just on a lookout. I saw him taking his knife and I instinctively ducked a little, causing all of them to look at me like I'm insane.

'What have you done to her?' Hoseok laughs, asking Jimin

'You didn't bat an eye watching me shoot a guy. You didn't bat an eye having a gun to your head. But you are afraid of a knife?' Jungkook speaks to me, snickering a little

'Good to know.' Jimin mumbles, spinning that knife over his fingers like it's a chopstick, staring at me

'Okay, okay. Put that thing down.' Yoongi guy pushes Jimin's hand down

'It's not my fault she's mental. I'm literally just eating.' Jimin comments, going back to his plate

I don't know if I'm mental or not. But the way he plays with those knives and the precision he holds in his hands is scary. I saw him hit a guy perfectly from 15 feet away like it was nothing. I didn't see it or hear it.

'So, Rain, why waitressing?' Namjoon asks out of nowhere, reseting my brain

'It was just the first thing I found when I was moving. I had to move out ASAP, so I didn't much care about what I do.' I'm just gonna answer honestly

'Why moving?' He continues

'I lived with my boyfriend. Well, ex now. But I was afraid I might shove his head in the toilet and flush until he downs, so I figured it's safer for him if I move out.'

Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok started laughing at me. Jin was trying not to laugh. Yoongi shook his head with a little smirk and Namjoon was chuckling softly. Jimin... he just didn't react at all. He was still indifferent like he was so far. Not surprising.

'Do you mind me asking, why would you drown him?' He asked, still chuckling a little

'I honestly felt like I adopted a child. He can't wipe his own ass without help. It's just...' I shudder. 'I don't feel like being a mother to my own boyfriend.'

'Been there, done that. Nothing worse than someone depending on you for every god damn thing. Smart decision to leave. Cheers to that.' Yoongi surprisingly agreed, raising his coffee mug to cheer to it, then taking a sip

Considering I'm kind of kidnapped and trapped, I feel weirdly comfortable. At least for the moment.