Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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RAIN POV

'Taking everything Jimin brought in, we found quite a few bits and pieces.' Taehyung was running us through the work Mabuchi did

'He didn't lie about the antidrug. It is still in its developing phase. He tested it, and it hasn't done a thing. But there are parts of the research, or something, and they're in Japanese, so we have no idea what it says. We gotta translate them.'

'I'll translate it for you.' I offer

'You- you speak Japanese?!' Hoseok almost yelled at me

'I speak Japanese, Chinese, English, and Russian.' I guess I forgot to mention that little detail

'You know what, I'm not even fucking surprised. You damn spy.' Hoseok sounded so offended

'Do you want this translated or not?'

'Have at it.' Taehyung chuckles, passing me his laptop where he opened the parts that were in Japanese.

I felt all of them just staring at me as I was reading through.

'This has nothing to do with the research. This is-'

'Someone bought a house?' Jimin cut me off, apparently reading the same thing

'You speak Japanese, too?' Jin asks him

'Apparently. I was just curious what it looks like, but I can read it just fine.' He looks just as confused

'We did study it back at the cartel.' I smile at him

'Really?

'Oi, superspies, what does it say?' Namjoon cut in

'Sorry. It's just paperwork for a house. As in someone bought a house. The name on the papers reads Youchuro Thoru.'

'Hold on.' Jimin mumbled to himself. 'I need a pen.'

Namjoon tossed him a pen, and he used one of the napkins from the table and started scribbling down in Japanese.

He wrote down Youchuro Tohru and Mabuchi Rio, and looking at it, it's almost identical.
A few lines of difference and a completely different name comes up.

He stared at it for good 10 seconds, then looked up at me in shock before a smile spread across his face.

I might have been a bit too starstruck by him, and I grabbed his face, placing a kiss on his forehead.
'You're a damn genius.'

'Can someone share with the class?' Jin broke up whatever was going on

'Look at this.' I put the napkin in the middle, so proud of Jimin

'We literally have no idea what that is.' Jungkook complains

'Okay, okay. When you write this name down, Youchuro Tohru and Mabuchi's name down, they're identical. One of these could be his real name, and one could be fake.'

'Jimin, even I could kiss you right now.' Namjoon is a bit excited

'Please, don't.' Jimin grimaced, making everyone laugh

'Great job, man. Even the mushy brain can't stop you.' Yoongi teases

'You heard the man. Get on that research.'

Jimin decided to stick with me and join me in the library.
Just like with the rest of the house, he was slowly walking around, looking at the big room, and the book covered walls.

I figured I'll let him do his own thing, so I walked over to the table, but before I got to sit down, I felt his hand on my waist, and his chest pressing against my back.

I am loving this. The way he's been since yesterday. I feel like I'm getting him back a little piece by piece. Just small pieces, but pieces nonetheless.

'Everything okay?' I spoke softly, gently caressing his arm, moving my fingers up and down his arm that's hugging me

'Do whatever you feel like doing. That's what Yoongi told me.' He explains

'And you wanted to do this?' I am trying so hard not to get my hopes up, but it's hard

'Mhm.' He noded, leaning his head on my shoulder. 'Is that okay?'

'More than okay, Jimin. I'm yours. You never have to ask me that.'

'Then there is something else that I want to do.' His soft murmur in my ear made me melt from the inside. Slowly turning me around, he pushed my gently against the desk, lifting me up to sit me on it.

I traced the lines of his face with my eyes, and he seemed to have been doing the same to me as he placed his hand under my cheek. Holding me in the gentlest way possible, his eyes finally stopped darting around, and he looked into mine.

'I want to love you.'

My heart was ready to jump out. He wants to love me. The way he is looking at me and how he said it, he means it. And there is nothing I want more than that. 

'But... What does it feel like? To love someone?' His voice had gone quieter this time

I was hoping he'd kiss me, but this went a completely other way. 

'I think it's different for everyone.' I smile a bit. 'It starts off small. You find yourself happy and giddy around that person, even if you deny it to yourself. Then it turns into being by that person's side any chance you can get, going as far as to making stupid excuses just to be with them.' I scoffed a little, remembering how I pretended not to be able to dance just so he would hold me and such

'As it goes along, it gets worse in a way. You are happy when that person is happy. You are sad when they're sad. You get angry for them. You feel protective of them. You want to be with that person every moment, and you feel like you're slowly withering away when they're not around.'

He was listening, focusing on each of my words, as if he's trying to memorize it all.

'At some point, you turn only to realize that you can't seem to function without that person. You are drawn to them no matter how much you resist. Your eyes always seem to go in their direction, and every time you look at them, the time seems to stop for a moment. Your heart beats faster when they're near. You feel like jumping around, screaming, even at the slightest bit of affection from them, no matter how pointless it seems.'

'And then it comes the point where they become the centre of your world. When everything revolves around them. If they're not there, it doesn't seem like you're alive. They are the first and the last thing you can think of before you close and after you open your eyes. You put them first even when you shouldn't. You would give your life without a second thought if it meant them being happy and safe. And the thought of losing them hurts to the point where you can't breathe.'

I couldn't quite read what he was thinking, but it surely wasn't good. He seemed worried, or even scared. Definitely shocked. And absolutely confused.

'Scary, isn't it?' I tried to smile, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. 'Do you wanna know what the scariest part of it all is?'

He didn't say a thing, so I continued.

'You love that you feel that way. Having someone else to be the centre of your universe makes you happy, full. You don't want it to be any other way. There's not a thing that you wouldn't do for them, and even if they don't feel the same, just seeing them smile can heal you. Even if they look at you like you're a complete stranger, you're still happy that they're at least looking at you. That they're alive. You even love the way your heart breaks, because it's breaking for them. And you will gladly give away the last pieces of your heart if it makes sure they will be okay. And you will enjoy the pain.'

That last part definitely got to him. I've noticed how he reacted to it. His eyes went wide open before he looked down, like he couldn't listen anymore, even removing his hand from my face.

The best I could do was give him a smile that's nothing short of pathetic, as my eyes filled with tears.

'Still wanna love me?'