Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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We decided to stay in Icheon. Everyone got a room in a different hotel and motel, but staying close to the bar in case Leina calls Jimin.
We don't know how long that will be. He could walk into that bar any moment, or it could be days. But we need to stay close.

'What are you doing? You're going to scrub your skin off your hands.'
I watched Jimin wash his hands, basically ripping off the layer of his skin.

'I'm washing away that girl from my hands.'

'Jimin, you didn't sleep with her. You held her hand.' I chuckle

'Yeah, and I hated it. The only hand I want to hold is yours.' He looked at me with so much frustration in his eyes. He truly hated it.

I walked over, turning off the water to stop him from melting his hands away.
'Is there a way that I can help you feel better?'

Without a single sound, his wet hands drenched my shirt as he picked me up, sitting me down on that sink. I don't know which worked faster, his lips or his hands. The way he was trying to take off my clothes seemed like he'd never get another chance.

'I love you, Rain. I love you so much.' His fingers held my hair firmly, and his voice sounded almost desperate. 'I only want you.'

'I know. I know.' I whispered through my already heavy breathing. 'I only want you, too.'

'No matter what, I'll always want only you.' He whispered back, then pulled me in for another desperate kiss

I worked on undoing his trousers, hurriedly unbuttoning them, then pushing them down using my hands and my legs that were wrapped around him.

He started pulling down my trousers, and just when he got to my thighs, his phone went off in the bedroom, ringing away on the bed.
He hung his head in defeat, letting out a sigh of frustration.

'We can continue later.'

'Not can. We will.' He kissed me once again before pulling away and pulling up his trousers as he walked away to the bedroom,

'Hello?'
'Yes, it's him.'
'Oooh, hello.'

Even though his voice sounded as enthusiastic as it could be, his face was rid of any emotion besides annoyance. Then his eyes opened wider, and he nodded at me, giving me a sign to alert the rest of them.

Using the little walkie, I told all the guys what's going on.

'You are absolutely amazing, Leina. Thank you. I'll make sure to say thank you the first chance I get. Have a nice night.'

He hung up, squeezing that phone tightly, sighing deeply. 'He's in the bar. With Isui.'

'WHAT?!'

'She said he came with a friend that had a scar on his face.' He explains

'Guys, Isui is there, too.' I spoke into the radio, and after a few moments of silence, the screaming ensued. It took a minute to get the word in, but we have no time to lose.

'Gear up. Meet me across the street from the bar.' Namjoon gave out an order

We both got ready within a few moments, fastening all the weapons on ourselves. He was a full-on ninja, even having a muffler on his face, covering him all the way to his eyes.

'Wait.' His hand reached for mine, his fingers tangling with mine before pulling me in his embrace. 'Whatever happens, please, make sure you're safe.'

His voice was pleading, fearful. His biggest and only fear is losing me.

'Nothing bad is going to happen, baby. I promise.' I hug him back tighter

'Goddamn it.' He cursed and ripped his muffler off, pushing me against the door. Soft edges of his sweet lips felt almost sharp as he claimed my lips desparetely. Breathing heavily, he pressed his entire body against mine, almost crushing me between himself and the hard surface of the doors behind me.

He never kissed me like this before. Between all the kisses, whether they were passionate, desperate, or soft, it never felt like this.

'Jimin?' I was so out of breath and taken aback that I had no other reaction but to call his name

'I have a bad feeling.' He hung his head, leaning his forehead on my shoulder. 'Something's telling me to get out of here. I don't want you near this fucking thing.'

His voice was shuddering, near cracking.

'Jimin, look at me, please.'

Barely, he raised his head, looking at me with eyes glistening from the tears he's holding back.

'We will be okay. There is no cartel. It's one person. And there are 8 of us. There is nothing he can do.' I don't know if I'm convincing him or myself, but he is truly scared

He was just looking at me, not uttering a word.

'We will be okay.' I repeat. 'I love you.'

He exhaled sharply, pressing his forehead on mine, closing his eyes. 'I love you.'

I don't know what it is that scares him or what kind of feeling he has, but whatever it is, I hope he is wrong.