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Chapter 5

Jimin's POV

I woke up the next day with a major headache. Damn, I hate being chloroformed. I went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast and found myself some eggs and a couple of pieces of bacon. 'Fuck, I need to go grocery shopping.' I thought.

I went back to my room and put on some clothes, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my wallet and phone, and left the house. The grocery store was probably a five minute walk from my house so it didn't take me very long to get there, get what I needed, and get out. Probably an hour at the most.

"Hey, baby." I heard a voice behind me. I ignored them, thinking that they weren't talking to me.

Bad idea.

Turns out they were talking to me. And decided to prove it as they shoved me against the wall of a nearby building. I saw that there had to be at least three of them.

"That's a fine ass you got there." one of the guys said into my ear, I pulled away in disgust.

"Play with his ass later, find his wallet now." the guy that was obviously 'in charge' ordered.

The guy that had me pinned to the wall just smiled at me as the other guy, that hasn't said anything, started patting my pockets, trying to find my wallet.

They pulled it out and saw my badge.

"Shut. Let him go, he's in the FBI. I'm not going to jail for this shit." the guy in charge ordered and took off. The other two close on his heels.

I picked up my groceries that I  had dropped and continued my way back to my house.

"Damn, baby, you fine." someone else called from behind me.

I really need to stop doing whatever it is that's attracting all these people to me. I don't like people, and people commenting on my ass isn't going to make me like them anymore than I already don't.

I decided to continue ignoring people, but I paid closer attention to what they were doing. I didn't want to get slammed against another building. My back and shoulders still hurt from the first time.

I walked into my house and there was a bouquet of flowers on my dining table.

'Hey, Jiminie, I was wondering if we could get together and talk?' the note was written in very neat handwriting. I turned it over and it had Min Yoongi's name and a phone number on it.

I pulled out my phone, and like the idiot I was, dialed his number.

"Min Yoongi, what the hell do you want?" he answered.

"Is that anyway to talk to the person you wanted to meet up with?" I asked, biting back a smile.

"I'm guessing you got my flowers then?" he asked.

"Yeah. What was that about?"

"I just, I-I wanted to do s-something nice for s-someone. And you were the first person that came to mind." he replied.

"You were trying to kidnap me last night, what makes you think that I'll meet up with you?"

"Second chances?" he asked, sounding unsure.

"Second chances?"I echoed. "Maybe. But it's not going to be today. I still have a massive headache from when you chloroformed me, and I was slammed into a building earlier. So I'm sore all he way around." I said, I don't know why I told him all that. I don't even know why I'm actually having a conversation with him. I'm supposed to be carrying his ass in to the Bureau and putting him behind bars.

"Yeah. About that. I'm kinda sorry." he said suddenly. "What I mean by that is I'm sorry I chloroformed you, but I wasn't going to let you take me in and that was the least painful way to do it. That and I really was planning on kidnapping you. But I promise, none of that's going to happen if we meet up." he promised quickly.

"I'll think about it and text you later." I yawned. "I'm kinda tired."

"Okay. Can I save this number as yours?"

"Yeah. I'll talk to you later." I said and hung up. What the hell was that? Did I seriously just agree to hang out with him sometime? Have I really lost my mind?

I need sleep.