Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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'If you wanted me to come home, all you had to do was ask, Dad.' I whine, massaging my wrists

'Sorry, honey. I know you hate having your hair pulled.' He strokes my hair. 'I gotta say, I am beyond impressed. Him?' He chuckles pointing behind me.

I looked at the guys, and I couldn't tell which one of them was more shocked. Well...I could.

Jimin's eyes looked about ready to pop out of his head. He was stiff from shock, looking like he's not even breathing. This came a bit out of the left field so it's understandable.

The rest of them had similar expressions. Fully shocked. Even Yoongi was looking up now, seemingly forgetting about his wounds for a moment.

'Sorry, dad. I know you sent me for Namjoon, but I kind of found him more interesting. I hope you don't mind.' I smile back at him

'Oh, no, this is so much better.' He laughs. 'You hit a jackpot.'

'Sorry, boys. Let me do this properly then. Nice to meet you, all. Rain Amonis.' I bow a little, smiling at them. 'I believe you know my lovely father, Isui.'

Jimin was still fully paralysed, so I walked over slowly, crouching in front of him, touching his face softly. 'Sorry, baby. I guess you had every right to be suspicious.' I giggle, and he finally moved, trying to go for me, but a gun got leaned to his head in no time, stopping him

I looked up at the guy, glaring at him
'Move that. Now.'

He thought about it for a second, but he moved the gun away.

'Put a finger on him again, and you lose an arm. Do I make myself clear?' I ask the guy, who just rolled his eyes a little. Thanks for pissing me off.

'Sorry, my love, I hope you don't mind.' I smile at Jimin, taking a knife from the side of his trousers. He huffed at me, as angry as he could get, but it's not like he can stop me right now.

I need a knife.

I got back up, kicking the guy in the balls, making him fall on his knees in pain. I walked behind him, pulling his head back by his hair, leaning the knife under his throat.

'I hope the eye roll was worth it.'

Just like cutting into butter, the dagger I pulled slashed into his throat, cutting it open. The thick, almost black blood started pouring out as I dropped him on the ground, watching him choke in his own blood. I could also hear my father laughing.

'Fuck sake. I got dirty.' I sigh, wiping away a few drops of blood that splashed on me

I wiped the knife on the guy's shirt, wiping it clean. I don't want blood all over my hands. 'I know you like keeping them clean.' I wink at Jimin

'Sorry about the carpet dad.' I chuckle

'I just had it changed.' He jokes

I felt all 7 of them looking at me in continuous shock.

'Don't tell me you love that boy there?' My father asks, grimacing at Jimin

'Pfffft.' I laugh. 'Not likely. I just want to kill him myself.' I was looking at Jimin who's suddenly gone limp, sitting down on his own legs

'I do have cleaning up to do first, though.' I tell my father, then reach for his gun. 'May I?'

'Have at it.' He passes it to me

'Where is- oh there you are.' I grin, looking at Aon. I shot him in the knee, letting his screaming fill the room. 'This fucking idiot got drunk at the ball and told us every single detail of your port job.'

'That was him?' My father glares at him

'Sure was. Was pretty adamant on getting me to his room as well. Disgusting pig.' I shot another shot, right into his forehead. 'Finally, he shut up.'

'You.' I turn to the guy we've seen at the ball, the one Jimin warned me about. This guy is dangerous. He can't be left alive.

'What do-'

I cut him off by shooting him in the thigh. 'I don't believe I gave you a permission to speak to me.'

'You fucking bitch.' He was cursing at me through the shallow breaths of pain he was going through

'You might have lived if you knew a thing about respect.' I aimed at his head, but my father stopped me

'I need that one, Rain.'

'I don't.' I shot him twice in the chest and once in the head, watching his body thud on the ground. 'He jeopardised me at the ball. He got caught.'

'I see.' He sighs. 'Then what about these two? Any good? Or did they fuck up?' He chuckles

I shot both of them before he even finished.

'One of them called me by my real name, almost blowing my cover.' That's a lie and a half. I have no idea who this guy was.
'And the other one... It just didn't feel right killing only 3 of them. 4 is a nicer number. It will make 11 when I get rid of these.' I giggle, pointing to the guys

I pretended to aim at Jimin, pulling the trigger. I know it's empty, so nothing will happen. He didn't even flinch. He was just glaring at me.

'Damn it. Ran out.' I sigh dramatically. 'Dad?' I extend my hand, and he laughs, putting the other gun in my hand.

'You'll do just fine running this business for me.'

'I know.' I giggle. 'But I wanna have fun first.'

I took the gun and walked over to Jimin slowly, smirking at him. I crouched in front of him, looking into his glaring eyes.

'Surprised?' I smile. 'You sure seem like it.'

I played a bit, bringing my hand to his face. Passing my finger over his parted lips. 'I do love these.' I whisper, and he jerks away

I got up and walked behind him, tracing the back of his neck with a gun, leaning closer to whisper into his ear, putting the knife I took from him in his hands. '30 seconds.'

I press the gun right under his ear. 'Nod if you understand.'

I saw the tiniest movement of his head, so I'll take that as a yes.

'20.' I whisper, getting up from behind him

'What do you think, dad? Him first, or should we let him watch his comrades go first?' I smirk

'At this point, I'm just here for the show.' He laughs. 'Do as you please.'

'I have a great idea, then.' I smile, twirling another knife around my fingers. I took another one from Jimin while standing next to him

'Do tell.'

'I could probably show you better than I can explain.'

'By all means, honey. Show away.'

With the corner of my eye, I saw Jimin managed to cut through the ropes right on the 20-second mark, and that was my sign.

I raised my gun and pulled the trigger, watching him fall.