MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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JIMIN POV

After picking up 4 bottles of her new best friends, we went to do some more shopping. Gloves, covers, metal bowls, glasses... Technically, everything she said she'll need not to die once the shit hits the fan with acids.

After hearing that, I wasn't sure anymore if I want to let her get close to them, but she told me to relax and stop being a grim reaper and let her have fun. I am indeed helplessly in love with an absolute psychopath. But she's cute, so I can overlook it.

And now, I'm helping her prep the room. I have no idea what half the shit is for, but what she says goes. I'm clueless and beyond curious.

The guys were standing at the door, nearly pushing each other to see what's going in, but none of them said a word. For once, they were quiet.

'This should be fine. Won't go beyond it.' She nodded at 5 layers of some extremely thick plastic-like cover she got. We spread them out across the room floor, sliding them under Shadow's hanging body. He was currently out of it, looking more dead than alive, and we haven't done a thing to him. It's the bullet wound left untreated. Not that it matters. But I do love watching his wrist bleed from the chains.

She went over to the table and was humming to herself as she placed a ton of gloves in a corner, then facemasks, goggles of some sort, metal shrynges she found in the drawers and got all happy about. The metal bowls she bought, those she placed on the plastic covers on the ground. She tied her hair up in a bun and kept humming as she wrapped herself up in some kind of protective suit. Blue and looks almost like rubber, definitely thick, but it covers her body entirely.

'Put this on.' She passed me a facemask and one of the glasses, and when she noticed me looking at it in confusion, she started chuckling. 'If you're gonna stay and watch, you're gonna need it. Breathing this in can be fatal, and your eyes will burn from the fumes.'

Nothing more needed to be said as I did what she told me to, and moved further back. I know my limits.

She turned towards the door, smiling at the guys. 'Boys, you might wanna leave. This is about to be nasty.'

'Yep, bye.' Jin took all of a second to run, and soon the rest of them followed. Jungkook wanted to stay, but then decided against it. Probably smart. His stomach is not as nearly as strong as he thinks it is.

'Well, baby, get comfy.' She winked at me with a smirk. 'I'm about to scare you shitless.'

Or maybe turn me on. But we are yet to see.

RAIN POV

Usually, I'd stick to one acid, which is more than enough, but after everything he put Jimin and me through, and the rest of the guys, he's gonna die the most unimaginable death. It will be beyond excrutiating, and I will rejoice in every scream it elicits from him. But first, I need him awake.

I slapped him a few times until he opened his eyes, slowly coming to it. Eyes squinting and confusion colouring them, it took him a minute to even figure out what's going on.

'Good morning. Had a good nap?' I smile at him, completely forgetting that he can't see me under the mask and glasses, but then again, he won't see for long

'What-what are you doing?' He managed to grumble out, but his voice was weak

'It's your last day with us. Aren't you lucky.'

He woke up in no time, body going from confusion to fear. He looked around as much as he could, taking in everything around him. The plastic covers underneath him. The bowls. Seemingly random bottles next to said bowls. His eyes went over to Jimin who was comfortably manspreading in the chair in the corner, waving at him with a knife, and then to me. He took me in, head to toe, toe to head, trying to wrap his head around why I'm dressed like I'm walking into Chernobyl.