Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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I was all alone at the moment. They all went out early in the morning to stalk out the port. They don't know the exact time, but the guy said lunchtime, so they've gone early. I hope they save all those people.

I don't know how long I've been downstairs, but when I came up, 6 of them were sitting around living room. They were all dirty. Jungkook and Jin both had blood all over them. Taehyung had some in his hair. Hoseok had a cut on his arm. Namjoon's shirt had multiple rips and he had a wound on his forehead. Yoongi is the only one that seems okay. Besides the dust.

'Guys!' I ran over. 'And? Did you do it?'

They all looked serious for a moment before they all grinned and started celebrating.

They did it.

'Come here, you.' Namjoon got up and decided to give me a bear hug, with the rest of the guys doing the same after him.

'Aon either wasn't there or he escaped, but the rest of them are dealt with. And all the people are now safe.' Jin smiles

'Thank God. That's great news.' I smile. 'Are all of you okay?'

That's when they turned a bit sullen.

'We are, but Jimin... he's hurt. Badly.' Yoongi says, having the rest of the guys look at him

My heart dropped. 'What?! How? What happened?!' I panicked, feeling my heart about to burst from fear

'He got shot. And it's not good. He might not make it.' Yoongi mumbles again

'Where- where is he?' I could barely see any of them from all the tears that formed in my eyes

'In his room. We took out the bullet, but he's-'

I didn't stay long enough to hear the rest as I sprinted off upstairs, running straight for his room. No, no, no. He can't die!

'Jimin!' I yelled his name as soon as I barged into his room, crying my eyes out

I'm not sure which one of us was more surprised. He was standing by the dresser, shirtless, staring at me.

He is not hurt. He is fine. More than fine. There's not a scratch on him.

'Rain? What-'

'Oh, thank God.' I ran to him, now crying with relief, hugging him tightly. 'I was so scared.' I cried

'Rain, what's going on?' He was confused as hell, but he hugged me back, holding me just as firmly pressed to himself

'Those fucking idiots told me you got shot and wouldn't make it. I got so scared.' I couldn't stop the tears. I was so relieved he was okay

'Shhhh, it's okay.' He stroked my hair, calming me down. 'I'm okay. I'm not hurt. Not even a scratch.'

'I'm sorry for running in. And for touching you. I know you hate it.' I sniffle, pulling away from him

'I thought you were mad at me.' He spoke in that soft tone

'I was mad at myself. It's not your fault I love you. I can accept that you don't feel a thing for me, but I can't accept you getting hurt or dying.' I tried to wipe the tears that kept coming on faster than I could wipe them away

'Come here.' He took a step forward, hugging me instead. I felt him take a deep breath, exhaling as he held me close. 'Don't worry. I'm okay. But those guys won't be.'

'Can I borrow your knives? I have 6 new targets.' I ask, still sniffling

'3. I get other 3.' He goes along

'I get Yoongi. He was the one that told me you're hurt.'

'We can do him together.'

'Deal.'

'Give me a second.' He let go of me and put on a shirt. Wrong time to think about that, but he should stay naked more often.

He then swiped a bunch of kunais from the dresser, giving me 4 of them. 'I might actually kill them this time.' He said as he started flipping a knife over his finger, walking out. It used to scare me, but now it's just attractive.

As soon as we started walking down the stairs, they burst out laughing. They found it very funny until they noticed Jimin had knives.

'Shit. Hide.' Yoongi was about to get up, but a knife flew into his trousers, pinning him to the sofa. It must have been right against his leg. I'll never get over his aim. Unreal.

Yoongi visibly gupled, looking at Jimin who was flipping another knife.

'I was just-'

Another knife flew by, hitting right above the first one.

'You were what? Being stupid?' Jimin cocks his eyebrow

Jungkook was trying so hard not to laugh, but he started snickering. I'm far from the aim he's got, but I can hit just fine. I chucked my knife, and it landed right between his legs, wiping the smile off his face. Almost felt bad seeing him so scared.

'I did not find this funny.' I glare at him

'How about you two stop killing the couches and put the knives away?' Namjoon asks

'Or how about I send one knife per head?' Jimin argues

'Okay, chill, J. We just thought it might help bond you back instead of fighting.' Yoongi says, pulling out the knives out of his trousers

'I'd say it worked. Look at them, having fun with their daggers.' Jin grins

'Stop egging him on. Let's just celebrate instead. We just saved a bunch of people.' Taehyung suggests

'Idiots.' Jimin muttered to himself, lowering the kunai

'Take these from me before Yoongi ends up with 4 new holes.' I offer them to Jimin

'I'm still thinking about it myself, and I'm not sure it's smart to give them to me.'

'I suppose I can kill him another day. You guys did something incredible today. You have to celebrate.' I smile a bit

'They are still idiots.' He sighs

'I'm not arguing there.'