Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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'I thought you were a knife expert.' I was watching him hit the target repeatedly right between where eyes would be

'Not quite. I just prefer them, and they work better in life or death situations.' He answered calmy, shooting another shot at the same exact spot

'So, why knives?' I ask, aiming at my own target, hitting it in the forehead as well. I am quite good at this

He was just dead quiet, not answering.

'I assume that's not something you wanna talk about?' I ask

'Keep shooting.'

That's all he said. I took that as a sign not to ask again.

'I think knives are way cooler anyway.' I added, shooting my target again, not even looking at him

'From being afraid to loving them. Progress.' He replies

'I told you. It's not the knives that scare me.' I put my gun down, looking at him. 'It's you. The way you handle those knives is nothing less than terrifying. It looks effortless, but you end up dying before you blink.'

'If you are so afraid of me, why are you here with me? All alone?' He turns to me just the same

'If you wanted me dead, I would have been dead back at that boiler room where you saved me.'

He just smiled to himself, going back to his target practice. 'Maybe I just couldn't be bothered with cleaning up your body.'

'Then how come I'm still alive? You could have slit my throat in my sleep a million times by now.'

'Namjoon.' He simply replies

I just chuckled, knowing he's just trolling. 'Sure. Namjoon.'

'Also, Yoongi was telling the truth. You are surprisingly good at this.' He pressed the button that brought my target back to us, squinting a little at it. 'A bit too good.'

'I suck at everything else. There had to be something I'm good at.' I joke

'Thing is, you're not bad at anything. You've picked up fighting in no time. Even the knives are going well.' He sounded like he was suspicious

'Yep. They are going great.' I laugh, raising my cut up fingers

'It's like you've done all of this before.' He took a step towards me, looking down at me

I was laughing until I realized he was serious. Then I turned a bit serious myself. 'Hold up. Are we seriously back at it again?' I whine

'I'll give you one more chance to come clean. Use it well.'

I took a step forward, walking almost into him. 'I. Am. This close. To shooting you.' I was looking directly into his eyes, standing my ground

He was glaring back at me all serious until he cracked a smile. 'I'm just testing to see how fast you lose your cool. Amusing.'

'Fuck you.' I punch him in the stomach, earning him to get me into a chokehold

'I'd suggest not to start a fight with someone much stronger than you.' He spoke right next to my ear again

'And I suggest not fighting someone you just pissed off.' I pushed his arm up, biting him as hard as I could

'Ow!' He let go and started rubbing his forearm. 'I've been stabbed and shot, and this is somehow more painful.' He grimaced

'Good, good. That's for being an asshole.' I tease

'An asshole, hmm?' He raises his eyebrow. 'Right about now, you have 30 seconds headstart to run and hide. And then I'm coming to beat your ass.'