Mercenary |BTS JIMIN MERCENARY FF|

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No one wanted to get close to Jimin or me on the way home. I think we might have traumatised them a bit much. Or we just smell.

'I can't get over that stench.' Yoongi commented after we drove in silence for a while

'Sorry. It's the intestines. Probably got some on me.' Jimin says it casually like he's talking about coffee

'Can you drive faster?' Yoongi asks Hoseok. 'I'm gonna chuck him out halfway somewhere in the water.'

'If I drive any faster, I'll drive us into the living room.' Hoseok lifts a finger from a steering wheel, pointing to the house.

'Thank fuck.' Yoongi jumped out of the car before Hoseok even parked properly

'Dramatic.' Jimin sighs, hopping out of the car gently

'No. You just stink!' Yoongi yells at him, pretty much running away from us

'Is it really that bad?' He asks me, trying to sniff himself

'Nah. You had worse.' I chuckle, remembering the time when he didn't shower for 3 days and was head to toe covered in blood and guts

'I was thinking the same.' He agrees

As soon as he walked in, the guys started spraying air fresheners at him. At least they are not avoiding him anymore.

'Aish! Fine! Fine! I'm literally going to shower!' He covered his head, coughing from all the spray that's being shot at him

'You, too!' They started spraying me. I guess it makes sense. I was literally next to him the entire time, and I've got a good amount of blood on myself

'I know, I know. I'm going.' I laugh

By the time I took off all of my clothes, he was already in the shower. He left the door ajar, and for a second there, I thought I was insane because I thought I heard him sing. Turns out, I wasn't crazy.

He was singing quietly to himself, running his hands through his shampooed hair to wash off the blood.

I have never, ever heard him sing. I didn't think that he knew what music was. But, apparently, he does. And the most shocking thing is that he is not bad. At all.

I slowly walked over, opening the shower door as if to make sure I'm not mental. And sure enough, he is singing away.

I guess he heard me giggle and he stopped signing, turning to look at me with a big smile on his face.

'Hello, gorgeous.' He stretched out his arm, offering me his hand, which I gladly took.

'Hey.' I smile, walking in completely, letting the water wash over me. 'You were singing.' I smile at him, saying something that I can't believe I'm saying

'Was it that bad?' He snorts

'No, not at all. It was actually pretty good. I was just shocked to hear it is all.'

'Come here.' The smile his face is holding is unlike anything I've seen before. Carefree. His fingers went straight to my hair, tangling into my strands, almost giving me a head massage.

'It's like I'm in a hair salon.' I giggle

'That reminds me. I should probably do that at some point. My hair is a mess.' He chuckles

His hair has grown quite a bit, and his roots are darker, but he still looks incredible.

'What are you gonna do this time?'

'I don't know.' He shrugs. 'Maybe I'll leave it. Maybe I'll go back to black hair. Have no clue.'

'I can't imagine you with black hair.' I say as I push back a few silver strands that fell to the front

'Do you want to?'

'What?'

'If you want to see it, I'll do it for you.' He did not sound like he's joking. This man is crazy.

'I don't think my heart can handle you losing this silver perfection.' I pout a bit

He chuckled as he placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer so that our hips were touching. 'I can always go back to silver if you don't like the black.'

'First, you could be green, and you would look like a damn supermodel. Second, you don't need to do something like that for me. I will love it no matter what colour you do.'

'I suppose I can keep this one a bit longer. I do like it. And we match.' He smiles, his nose brushing against mine

'We should get out. Look.' He giggles, lifting my hand to show me the raisin fingers. We've been in here a while.

'Noooo. Then you'll have to put on clothes. I don't wanna.' I protest, wrapping my arms around his waist, making him laugh

'I wouldn't worry too much about that, baby.' His hands slid under my jaw, lifting my face. 'I promised to make up for the lost time. You can tell your sleep goodbye.'

'Yep. Let's go.' I turned off the water with the speed of light, causing him to laugh as he followed me out of the shower

'I'm not going to run away!' He scolds me jokingly as I'm holding onto the towel wrapped around his waist, trying to pull it off of him

I guess he had enough of me testing his patience, and he grabbed both of my hands, pushing me down on the bed roughly, making me stumble and fall back.

One knee on the bed, he towered above me, pinning both my arms above my head.

'Behave, or I'll tie you up to this bed.'

That wasn't what I was going for, but his words brought back the memories of our wedding night/morning where I was tied up, and at the moment, it sounds perfect.

'Hmm.' He smirks, passing his finger over my bottom lip that I was biting into. 'If that's what you wanted, all you had to do was ask, baby.'

'Please.' I plead

'Please what?' He teases, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip, making it glossy

'Please, tie me up and do whatever you want with me.' I go along with his game

A seductive smirk pops up on his face before he leans closer, leaving a soft kiss on my lips, slowly cupping each of them.

'Don't move an inch.'

'Yes, sir.' I giggle as he pulls up and walks to one of the dressers

It only took him a few seconds to find what he was looking for.

'Pull yourself up to the headboard and give me your arms.' That sexy, commanding voice is out. Yes. Fucking. Please.

I happily obliged, gasping just the smallest bit at the fabric of his silk tie tightening around my wrists. Tieing me to the headboard, he pulled away from the bed, looking me up and down, tilting his head a little as if he's checking me out.

Looking at him from here, his perfect body at its glory. His muscles glistening from the water that is still drying. His V muscles peeking from under the towel wrapped around his waistline. And that sculpted face, with those siren eyes looking at me.

Slowly reaching for his towel, he spoke in that seductive, sultry tone.
'I'm about to have so much fun.'

Let the fun begin.