Chapter 36: Introductions and Explanations

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'Just let me love you'

Third Person POV

Jimin sat still, unsure of what to say to Taemin. Despite his good looks, Jimin couldn't help but feel uneasy. This man was dangerous and he knew it. He knew he could easily kill Jimin if he wanted to, and the fact he hadn't done so already was making Jimin even more nervous. Forcing a calm facade, Jimin addressed the man in front of him.

"Taemin, huh? Well now I know your name, why don't you tell me how you know who I am?"

Taemin chuckled as he threw his head back, finding Jimin's confidence amusing and somewhat charming. He was definitely going to have some fun with this one.

"My, my. Didn't Suga teach you manners? I thought pets were supposed to be well trained."

Jimin scowled at the man.

"I'm not his pet."

"But you do live with him correct?"

Jimin stopped himself from responding, unsure of how to address the situation. Anything he said could be a trap to get information out of him so he had to be careful.

"You get fed there. Washed there..."

Taemin stared deeply at Jimin, putting pressure on him as he played his game with him.

"And what for? You can't leave until he lets you out. He only gives you affection when he feels like it and he uses you for the dirty work."

Seeing Jimin tense slightly, Taemin continued.

"I don't know about you, but that sounds like a pet to me."

Jimin scowled at Taemin, trying to pay little attention to his comments. They were mind games, and mind games only. No truth lay in them. At least, he hoped none did.

Clenching his teeth, Jimin leant forward, leaving both of them leaning towards each other over the coffee table between them.

"I'm. Not. His. Pet."

"Then why hasn't he told those assassins of his outside to come and rescue you yet?"

Jimin raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"I mean, I would assume that if you're not a pet, you would be worth more to him. So, surely, he would've sent in help by now."

"I-"

"And if he didn't, his little sidekick certainly would since I've got his pretty princess."

Jimin's eyes became wide as he remembered they had Jin, fury beginning to fill in the pit of his stomach.

"Where is he?"

Taemin chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before returning to stare at Jimin.

"Where's who?"

Jimin grabbed the table edge, trying to control his growing anger and frustration.

"Where is the man I was sat with?"

Taemin shrugged, seemingly amused with the situation.

"How am I supposed to know where some guy you were sat with went?"

Feeling his anger take over, Jimin lunged forward, grasping tightly at Taemin's shirt as he pulled him close to him. Taemin's face showed only amusement as he dismissed his guards who were ready to restrain Jimin.

"Ooooo, did I hit a nerve?"

Finding his arrogance annoying, Jimin snapped. Before Taemin could finish chuckling, Jimin grabbed the back of his head, forcing it down and straight onto the coffee table. The instant his head hit the table, Jimin leaped over the table, grabbing his own gun from his holster and Taemin's from his now slightly uncovered waist. As Taemin's head bounced back from the collision with the table, Jimin pulled him back onto the sofa, straddling him to restrict his arms, aiming one gun at his head and the other at the baffled guards.

"Fuck!"

Taemin tried to move to touch his bleeding forehead but couldn't due to Jimin's muscular strength. Looking up at the man sat straddling him in an attempt to restrain him, Taemin couldn't help but be impressed and a little aroused. This amateur had just pulled off something risky for professionals in great speed whilst also looking super hot.

"Woah...gotta say, I'm impressed."

Jimin remained to scowl as he pointed a gun at Taemin's head and the other at the guards in the corner of the room.

"I don't care if you're impressed. Tell me where Jin is!"

Taemin laughed as he stared up at Jimin, rather enjoying the view.

"I'll tell you where he is, for a price."

Jimin pushes the gun further against Taemin's head, showing dominance for the first time.

"You really think you can ask for something right now?"

Taemin smirked, his left hand slowly starting to become free from under Jimin.

"Oh I know I can. And you're going to do what I ask."

Before Jimin could respond, Taemin hit Jimin in the stomach with his free hand, pushing back onto the sofa once he was vulnerable and straddling him in place, their positions now swapped. Jimin caught his breath as he tried to resist Taemin. Finding the struggling beauty underneath him rather alluring, Taemin leant down close to Jimin's face. Close enough that their breath mingled into one as they stared at each other.

"Don't you want to know who the man you're living with really is?"

Jimin remained silent, unsure of what Taemin was saying.

"Ask him what happened with mission butterfly. Then when you hear the truth, come back to me."

"Wha-"

"You need the information I stole correct? Let's make a deal then."

Taemin gave a nod to one of the guards who brought out a phone, holding it up to film the pair on the sofa.

Back in the surveillance room

Yoongi pulled at his hair, trying to reach Jimin through the earpiece as he saw him making his way up the stairs to the man's private room. He was stupid to have been distracted by the bastard who hurt his sister. Once again he had failed him, and this time it could be fatal. But Yoongi had now failed someone else as well.

Looking over to Namjoon, the guilt set on him. Namjoon stood lightly rocking a grumpy Jennie who had woken from her nap due to Yoongi's shouting, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the screens now showing an absence of the man he loved. They had no idea where he had gone nor what had happened to him. They couldn't reach him through their communication devices at all either, so they had no idea if he was even alive.

The room was silent, Jennie's quiet murmurs being the only sounds in the room. Their eyes couldn't leave the screens, waiting to see if they could see anything. Anything that would show that they were alive and safe.

Hearing his phone ringing, Yoongi answered to hear Jungkook's voice asking what they should do. But he couldn't respond. Something else caught his attention. The screens. They weren't showing the club anymore.

Instead, over all of the screens was an image of the man they were after, straddling someone on a sofa. But it wasn't just someone. It was Jimin.

Yoongi dropped his phone, his heart stopping as he stared at the screens in horror and anger. Namjoon joined his side as he stared in shock at the image.

Seeing that the feed was live, Yoongi clenched his fist. Seeing the man holding Jimin down in that position angered him more than anything else. He wanted to kill him. He just wanted to hold Jimin in his arms and not let him go. It was his fault. He shouldn't have let him go. He should've paid more attention to him instead of getting distracted.

Seeing the man turn to face the camera, they both tensed, unsure of what he was going to do.

"Hello Suga, I think I've found something that belongs to you."




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