Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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'Zdravstvuyte, Jimin.'

Russian. Of course.

'Ivan. Long time no see.' Jimin waves at him, using his katana to lean on it. Like a walking stick. 'Did they pump you up more? You're gonna explode one of these days.'

'Come with me, and I won't kill you. You and the girl.' He spoke in Russian, still cracking his fingers as he looked at me

'I am afraid I don't understand your gibberish. But whatever you're saying, I have to politely decline.' Jimin mockingly bows

The guy slowly walked down, stepping in front of Jimin, who almost had to break his neck to look at the guy. He. Is. Massive.

'I will kill you.' He threatens in Russian. 'And then I'm gonna take your little whore and rape her.'

'Still have no idea what you're on about.' Jimin sighs, shrugging at him. If I didn't know him, I'd think he's trying to get himself killed.

'This little whore will rip your throat out if you threaten him again.' I smile at him in the most angelic way, replying to him in Russian

He looked at me in shock for a moment, not expecting me to speak Russian, then started laughing.

'Somehow, he's even creepier when he laughs.' Jimin tells me, completely ignoring the guy

'Repeat that you yellow bastard!' He huffs into Jimin's face as he grabs onto his shirt, lifting him off the ground with his arms alone

'No problem. You're creepy. Especially when you laugh.' Jimin smirks at him, mocking him directly into his face

'You. Crazy.' The guy almost spits in his face

'Ivan.' I call his name, taking one of the knives from my thigh. 'Let go of him before I ram one of these into your eye.' Again. In Russian. With a smile.

'Your little whore sure has guts.' The guy smirks at Jimin, slowly releasing him

'You just had to mess up my shirt.' Jimin sighs as if he's annoyed, brushing his shirt down

'He is even crazier than I thought.' Namjoon mumbles to Yoongi who just silently nodded. I should think the same, but he wouldn't be cocky for no reason.

'Ivan, buddy. Will you move aside kindly and let us through, or do I gotta kill you to get to him?' Jimin sighs in boredom again

In response, the guy cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, as if he's preparing for a fight.

'I see.' Jimin nods. 'Baby, can you keep this safe for me, please?' He passes me his katana

'Are you mental?!' Yoongi screams at Jimin. I get why. This guy is almost a foot taller than Jimin, and about 80 kg heavier. Jimin's 60ish kg to the guys 140 is incomparable. It's twice his weight.

'Okay, give me a second to stretch.' Jimin tells the guy as he works on cracking his joints. He folded himself in half, sticking his forehead to his knees, then basically did a split to stretch out

'None of that will help you, yellow bastard. I'll crush your skull, and then fuck your whore.' The guy grins at him, holding onto his Russian

'Yep. What you said.' Jimin agrees. 'You ready?'

The guy pretty much threw himself towards Jimin, who slid between his legs like a frigging spider, cutting both his achilles in one clean swipe. That alone makes you unable to walk.

The guy yelled and cursed in Russian, grabbing onto the back of his split open, bleeding heels, unable to get up.

Jimin calmly walked up behind him, cutting him over the nerves by his armpit, rendering his arms useless as well.
He pulled back his head, looking down at the guy who was huffing in pain and anger, speaking to him in perfect Russian.